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Faedon weaved her way through the clearing. Once she was off the hard, stony surface of the slope of the mountain, she broke into a full-out sprint. She took long, graceful strides, appearing almost as a red and white blur as she did so. She weaved her way through the sea of the herd, making her way towards the limping caribou. As the herd began to stampede, she raced alongside the injured caribou. It tried to run, but it was too late now; the she-wolf was preparing to take it down.