Ithiel is by Raze!
The lean summer was not so terrible for Ithiel. He did not hunt large game on his lonesome: instead, the dust-furred coyote preferred to chase after smaller prey. Rabbits and birds were felled easily enough by a single arrow, whereas he might not get close enough to loose a quarrel at a deer, and even if he did, there was no guarantee of death. Something about leaving a creature to struggle, mortally wounded, to their death left an uneasy feeling within Ithiel, and this, too, was part of the reason he did not hunt large prey with his bow and arrow.
Today, however, only a brief gallop through the marshes atop Lystra had yielded a catch of two rabbits and a strange, fat bird he could not identify. On plucking all of the feathers off and taking a bite of the raw, still-warm meat, the dusky-furred hybrid thought it tasted rather a lot like chicken. He sat on the porch of the mansion, munching at his bird. The rabbits sat beside him, and Lystra was meandering around the front of the garden, grazing with her head down. Though he still mistrusted the chestnut mare around other horses, her shift in demeanor was truly remarkable. His crimson eyes followed the movement of his horse as he took another bite, discarding a bone with a flick of his wrist.
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