What did the edge of night nor the call of an owlcat mean to Blue Blood? So what if he was cutting it close, his hunting being later and edging into the darkness of night in the swamp? Safety was good, but you never got anything you wanted by playing it safe. You did not get further in life by playing it safe alone. Risks had to be taken, and this evening as the sun set in the distance, Blue Blood was finding reward in risk. A small waterfowl's last call of the night likely- perhaps the very last if Blue Blood was able to find them. The feathers and wings- maybe even other parts would be good for barter. Mindful of where his hooves took him, the buck used the growing darkness to his advantage. Alert- he'd leave with more than just the few small crawlers he'd gotten earlier, of that he was determined.
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