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The Hunt is on. Fucking dogs, Tau Jensen thinks as the buck takes flight. Leave it to the canidae to startle their prey early and spook them into running. Cats are silent predators—he was almost right up on the two deer-folk, this close…when midnight struck, he could’ve gone in for the kill. But no. A chorus of howls and they’re off. Tau lets out a fierce leonine roar that crackles into the night like lightning and gives chase. He ignores the female—she means nothing to him, her thin perfume an annoyance drifting away on the wind as she hurries away. He leaves her for Leanna. The buck is his. But he barely crosses Ellwood before the long, sleek shadow of a lioness brushes by him in the dark. He feels hot breath ruffle the fur on his arm, feels the heat of a pulse along his