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ooc: NEB - sent you PM with some thoughts on how to proceed.
“No,” he whispers to the running pup, “not there.” He moves the wind just enough to startle the youngling and catch its attention. Kneeling, he sets down the rabbits and points elsewhere. He whispers, as much to himself as to the wolf, “Too much attentiveness to motion distracts one from movement.” He slowly sweeps his hand along the lines from the bushes where the pup sensed the motion to the place where the movement of frightened escape will take the small ground birds and drawing the line of their movement. “There is where they shall be.” Smiling, he lops a dead limb from a nearby tree allowing its crash to startle both wolf and birds. He guessed rightly, the young one’s aggressiveness overwhelms its surprise and it dashes forward with a clumsy swiftness, returning after a moment with a small quail held between its teeth. He laughs softly as the pup runs ahead of him toward the clearing.
[ 04-05-2002, 01:33 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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