You pause in the stillness of the twilight to scent the air. You have tracked your quarry to its drinking place, and the shifting wind brings you its scent. You sense its approach, nearby, and have only moments to position yourself. Your muscles tense as it steps nervously into the clearing. Sensing danger, it freezes. Now is the time to sfyMv.

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