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They had been tracking the old bull for days. A hardy beast with a pale, silvering coat that had lost the sheen of its youth, the moose bull was no fool when it came to survival. He was keenly aware of his surroundings, always keeping tired eyes out for the faintest hint of predators in the surrounding areas. The younger of the two Dires watched him in frustration, settled high above the field that the bull was grazing in with his collection of younger cows, his claws curling into the rock of the surrounding mountain. Had this been a normal hunting trip, he would have already gone down to kill the bull and been done with it, and a small part of him was still tempted to do so. That would be a failing score for Mondo, though, and he didn’t tolerate failure of any sort. He was there on business, meant to pass this test to prove that he was worthy of reproduction. It felt like a silly rite to earn, at least to the young Tokota who didn’t understand the ways of the world, but he would do as