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Before Thuringwethil gets the chance to speak again, Artaax has lowered his head and dropped the rabbit at her feet. She gives it a glance and then her son a single, signature nod of appreciation but she does not take it. Instead, she takes a step back so that he can pick it up again. “It will go in the cache for the pack to benefit from later,” she tells him, licking her lips but she resists the basic need to devour. “Drageda is yours to take care of, just like the rest of us, and you will benefit from the others that do their part,” she says, turning her position to angle toward the nearest cache, giving him the chance to lead the way.