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Anticipation builds over the next several seconds and the instant Artaax takes off, Thuringwethil’s legs spring upward and in a step out of instinct but her eyes never leave the boy. His form, for as long as she can see, is impressive enough. If this is what he does in his spare time, it surely pays off. In the next moment, there’s a telltale squeal as Artaax snatches the rabbit nearly midair. The boy very much has the skill of his mother and a smile spreads wide across his features.

Thuringwethil stands at full height, tail curved over her spine but wagging back and forth while her chest swells with pride. “Os dula” she tells him when he reaches her, the rabbit hanging by a thread.