Alas, the hour had arrived. The night they had all been waiting for.

The Dankworth wolves stood side by side, each staring into the darkness of the night, determining the oath in which they would take for the hunt.

Lancelot had mapped his trail already, it was to lead him straight to where a herd of deer would be resting for the night. He had already devised a strategy to draw one unfortunate one out, it was left for Ziko to follow the trail, and earn him his deer.

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