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Already she way ahead of him, Wraith had the right idea. She quickly went to work on the hare in her own personally methodical way. To busy with her meal she rolled her eyes, not bothering to comment back. He really didn’t mind though, he was starving and needed to fill the whole he called his stomach. The mutt had an interesting way of going about eating his food. Biting down just right he was able to rip off one of the back legs. Settling down with it between his paws he thoroughly cleaned it, getting every drop of meat he could before moving to the other. Front legs had almost no meat, so he left them alone.
The huskadore came to the realization that he was a very slow eater when Wraith spoke up. He was just getting to his favorite part which was the heart, but she needed to get back. Pulling his face out of the carcass he looked at her with a blood smeared face. Awe, why so soon? Though they could still see, it was practically dark. At her question his tail quickly brushed the ground behind him. Okay, yeah! She knew where she could find him. If he wasn’t in Anathema he would probably be lurking around nearby neutral territories, generally he didn’t stray too far. As soon as he said it the coyote woman had got up and trotted away. Reflecting on the day he smiled broadly, he got to meet someone; even if they were a little rough at first glance. He hoped to see her again someday.
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