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The tom was actually well made for hunting on the surface, even if it wasn't particularly his preference. He'd always preferred the tunnels, the underground, but on the surface his black and white pelt merged even better with the shadowy darkness of the night sky, and his white with the snow and the soft glow of moonlight. His thick fur was a boon too, the harsh landscape hadn't really received the notice of warmer weather yet, and so there was still a heavy chill to the night air. It made it hard in some ways to smell prey, his nose was near numb from the cold, but Atlan was persistent and wasn't about to complain. It was worth at least a shot hunting here, he'd heard his younger brother had come back with a catch out of the area before and he was one of the worst and least patient hunters Atlan knew, so that had to say something about the amount of prey out here at least. That, or his brother had the kind of luck he could only wish to have.
