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She commanded him to stay and, all too familiar with that word, Reaper paused and watched as she turned and quickly trotted off. After a few moments, he sat, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he began to pant, waiting for the female to return. It didn't take long. Lifting his head, the dog's hungry gaze tracked her movements as she strode towards him, a bloodied rabbit swinging from her maw. Instantly, the fur on the back of his neck bristled with excitement and if he had a tail, it would be wagging fiercely.

The lithe wolf then dropped it at his feet with a small offer that Reaper barely registered. He stared at the meal as if it were a pot of gold. Suddenly, he then dived, teeth peeled back as he began to tear the flesh off the critter, making soft growling noises. Hurriedly — for the dog was much too used to eating quickly lest his meal be stolen — he sought out the organs and devoured them. He glanced up once in his frenzy, seeking the young female's own red eyes in a rare moment of gratitude, before turning back to a bone he now began to tug free from the prey.