Totoka River breath of harsh air

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The scent of prey crept into Tweed's nose, and he locked onto it, a glimmer of hope sparkling in his eyes. He hadn't had a fresh meal in weeks, and it was beginning to show. Just kidding, it had been showing for awhile. The boy was skin and bones, and his eyes had been duller than usual ever since his former pack had split. The smell of rabbit was strong here, and Tweed began to track it with fervor, feeling he might just have a chance this time. He licked his lips, spotting the small creature up ahead. With surprising finesse, Tweed leapt and pounced on the rabbit, cracking its back and killing it instantly.

At first, he could scarcely believe what he had done. He looked down, surprised at the small red streams of blood that were oozing from the rabbit's nose, mouth, and eyes. Tweed paused only a moment, though, before tearing into his lunch and gulping down the warm, fresh meat.