When hunting dangerous animals, it's natural for the heart to race and the body to tremble, but if you don't get over these soon, you won't last long. I kept my breathing steady and my eyes on the woods ahead as I rode just in front of a pack of wolves, their yips and snarls a constant reminder that they were always just one step away from being able to snap at Gix’s tail. Of course, they only got this close because I let them, better to give the beasts less warning before they sprung the trap. As I neared the area I set up for the wolves, I narrowed my focus to recognize the trees and underbrush where my traps were hidden. Drawing closer to the first relatively thick patch of bushes, I brought my hand to the side of Gix’s eye and flicked out my finger to signal him to speed up, and the wolves mustered the stamina for one last burst of speed to stay on top of us. The tip of my tail curled. It was just as I planned.