Breaking Legacies

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Kneeling on one knee, I peered through the long, frosted blades of grass in the meadow, clutching the bow in my hand and watching the dense trees at the other end of the clearing. The forest around me was blanketed in a thick sheet of snow, but I was wearing enough fur to double my weight. So far, this had been a rough winter, and I’d been tracking an elusive deer for the last few days. Just the thought of him was making my stomach cramp hungrily.

“Tch!” I clicked my tongue at my wolfhound, which was crouched at my side but beginning to rise. I didn’t want him giving away our position, so I gave him the hand command to lie down. He obeyed, lowering himself to his stomach so completely that his pure white fur disappeared in the deep snow.

While he all but vanished, I discovered why he’d been rising. I had to steady myself when the first point of the deer’s antlers poked through the trees, because it excited me so much that I almost rose too. The animal took another cautious step, and then stopped to look around. Kneeling like I was, the grass around me almost reached my forehead, and its frozen gold color was camouflaged to the pale brown of my furs. I was well hidden, and after giving Albus the signal to stay motionless, I began to reach for an arrow at my back. The movement was so gradual that I’d let out three long, foggy breaths before my hand even brushed the quiver.

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