The dogs had followed Moonlight's scent, and now they waited for some sign. They milled, and sniffed for themselves; two scuffled briefly in a typical set of snarls and raised hackles before remembering they could speak, and breaking away in embarrassed, muttered apology.
But now they waited: for the leadership of the pack leader, and for Moonlight, who had first caught scent.
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