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She meant to take the rabbit carcass back to Thuringwethil, yet the slender and nigh starving yearling succumbed to her baser instincts long before reaching the commander's den. Unable to help herself, she bolted down the entire kill, even chewing and swallowing some of the bones for the nourishment in the marrow. Afterward, she felt not only guilty but sick to her stomach. She sought respite beneath a bare, bent elm tree near the foot of the volcano, trying to fight the nausea that ailed her. She needed to keep the food down or else her efforts would be a complete waste.

Meanwhile, the young Delta tried to reassure herself about the guilt that weighed on her. You'll use this energy to find more food, she thought, breathing shallowly and closing her eyes as she leaned against the tree trunk, her red cheek resting on its rough surface. The urge to throw up was starting to pass, though her belly still ached, feeling overly full after having gone practically empty for weeks on end.

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