Ink turned as he slowed to a trot, and then a walk as he returned to Coli's side. His eyes watched the squirming, angry bundle inside the cloak, his sides heaving, panting. She held the caped critter out to him and he trotted over, placing his mouth around it's squirming form and holding tight. He backed up a few steps, lowered his head to the ground, encased the squirrel between teeth and front paws and proceeded to search for its neck. The moment his jaws closed around it, he bit down hard. A small crack was heard, muffled from the cloak, and the movement stopped completely. The deed was done. He remained there for a moment, eyes closed as he thanked it for the meal, and then uncovered it and brought both the cloak and the squirrel back to Colibri.
After a moment, the excitement bubbled up inside of his chest and forced his tail into full gear. "Tell me we can do that again." His eyes were wide, excited. His heart was still thrumming a quick and heavy beat, his blood rushing. He'd never felt quite so alive.
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