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He could only ponder at what the dark shaded woman was busying herself with now. Itachi was not of an age where he would be fully educated in the full art of survival. He knew the basics of hunting and had caught live prey several times, but failures outmatched success so far. That was probably what he missed most with Inferni and being surrounded by family. There was always the knowledge that he would be taken care of. The prince of betrayal enjoyed the thought of solitude; to be able to stand on his own feet without supporting players, but he knew he was not that strong yet. It was a shameful act to tear raw meat away from another, but it had been highly effective.
A name was granted in return, and the young male took note of it and would remember it. His insides were no longer twisting and turning with their emptiness, and so his mood was already rising despite this odd company. Was he disappointed that she did not offer a visible reaction to learn his name? The male licked his pale, bloodstained lips and let his eyes shift to investigate the stained soil below him, where messy pieces of rabbit fur and non edible parts remained. So much less elegant than her, this boy. A paw brushed against the crimson brown soil. Red was a very pretty colour.
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