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The wolfdog politely averted her gaze as the pup began to eat her catch, a quietly delighted smile on her gaunt face. For once in months, she felt like she'd accomplished something, made a difference, rather than being cared for and a nuisance. Dark pools of night focused on a rock, but for all they saw, the rock could be a perfectly cut diamond. Bindu was excited.
When the sounds of eating ceased, her sight returned to Melee and the rabbit, or, what was once a rabbit; it was now a pile of red meat, fur, and bones. The pup was staring up at her warmly, a smear of red on her cheek. She nudged the carcass a little closer to Bindu's dainty white paws and then paused, as if waiting. It was remarkable how much could be collected from a silent exchange such as this- somewhat guiltily, the young woman began to eat.
Her jaws parted and chewed with some protest, weak from disuse, but her stomach sang praises. Yet, the teen only took a few bites, and left what little remained of the rabbit for Melee to finish. Sitting next to her, the child looked strangely tiny, like a fluffy doll. "Thanks," she murmured, feeling full and satisfied. "You have very keen eyes, Miss Melee."
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