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The young hunter was patient as he waited for his moment to break cover. The pair of rabbits he had chosen as targets were slow in making their way to where he wanted them, but eventually they meandered into a clearing between the trees just ahead of him. His muscles tensed in the seconds before he sprang, aiming to cut a line between the two groups of rabbits and split the two he wanted away from the others who would be darting in the direction of the warren and - incidentally - Thur.

The rabbits reacted quickly, as they often did. But Artaax had positioned himself to cut them off from the safety of their little holes in the ground, so their movements were uncertain, panicky and pretty stupid. There was definitely a quicker one of the two, and that one darted to the left while its slower counterpart pivoted right towards the nearest collection of trees. Artaax followed the latter, weaving in and out of tree trunks with a skill he had worked hard to hone - apparently far harder than the rabbit ever had.

It made quite a few missteps in the seconds before Artaax grabbed it, but he really only needed the one. Its legs were still kicking, attempting to propel it forward, when the pale youth lifted it into the air by its spine, which he snapped beneath his teeth shortly thereafter. He felt blood rush upon his tongue and began to grin while keeping his hold on its still flailing body.

It fought and shrieked for another fifteen seconds, even as he was turning to relocate Thuringwethil and show her his fresh prize.