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His appetite had been near nonexistent to since the attack; he had scarcely consumed a bite, and certainly not enough to maintain his current weight, let alone provide for his growing body. He knew he had to eat, and further to that the preternatural guide in his head insisted (in a not so pleasant way) that he do so.

"Thanks," he said, and a sincere gratefulness could be heard in the words instead of his more customary sarcasm. He bobbed his head as he nosed around for the rabbit, until his chin bumped the slain creature. He pinched it between his teeth, and pulled it toward him until it rested between his paws. His ears turned as he considered it and willed himself to eat, but he hesitated for he had abstained for food long enough that his stomach now felt nauseated with the emptiness.

"Did you want some?" he asked, and lifted his head to face toward his brother, or so he believed. In actuality, he faced somewhere past Pasha's shoulder.