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Ithiel is by Raze!
Ithiel could not complain about summer's hunting. Young things born in spring explored and learned the ways of the world -- or not, as in the case of his rabbits. The dusky-furred hybrid rarely found it difficult to bring down prey, however -- since he preferred the smaller creatures to large and was not particularly picky where he put his arrows, Ithiel was a successful hunter. It was practice, too, to shoot at small, quick creatures such as rabbits: they moved faster than most Luperci, after all, and could disappear into their burrows faster than he could notch an arrow.
He considered her question with a turned ear, ruminating over the subject a moment before providing his answer. Yes, he said. But don't let the calm fool you. Even before the wolves, Halo was attacked. The dust-colored hybrid remembered that day and its fallout rather well -- it had been Myrika's first kill, though she might have placed more emphasis on the arrow he'd stuck in the attacker's side. At least, then, perhaps some of her guilt over the matter would have abated. Inferni is safe because we make it so. The blood of our coyotes pays for our calm and quiet, he said. His tone was as close to cheery as he ever got; it would seem the subject of constant defensiveness was not one Ithiel found depressing. It was simply the way of the world, as he saw it.
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