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[bolder]

Just as Malik has never seen such a creature, neither has Bolder.

Though there is a hunter's calculation in his gray eyes (noticing its size, studying its claws, the pointed teeth, the lean legs that might make it a capable runner), there is curiosity as well. It is strange and odd; the dinosaur rises to stand and the moon-marked wolf glances towards his cousin. His mind hasn't entirely decided what it is, until it steps back. Malik steps forward and so does Bolder, emboldened by instinct.

"What do you think it is?" he growls low to his pack-mate. Not quite a dragon, like his grandfather, but something similar. Bolder might have considered it a fellow predator, but the moment that the creature stepped back, it backed away from that highly-regarded estimation. It became prey, instead.

Bolder begins to lower himself, creeping towards the thing in a slow motion that mirrored his hunting companion. He wouldn't lunge; not yet, not until they had worked out a plan. It took another step back, and he could feel the adrenaline begin to pump through his veins. The thrill of the chase already beginning to spring in each careful step he took.

"Myrna might like one," the shifter said in a low rumble, agreeing that the feathers would be an easy prize for them. That they could enough for Malik's quest and then some. "Perhaps we might even bring one back for your mother." He finally stops, quickly glancing towards his cousin, trying to glean their next move.

Would they chase it, run it down until fear and fatigue made it sluggish?
Would they split up, and move behind the beast where it claws and talons might have a harder time reaching them?

Perhaps Malik had an entirely different idea.

Whatever the plan was, when Bolder stares ahead at the beast again, his teeth are bared and he is ready.

@ Malik i am SO sorry that this took so long