she's got something in her throat

@jinx:

whenever you have a chance, m'dear!

He had finished setting up his den, and marvelled that he had long since lost count of the times he had moved his herbal baggage and bones. But now he paced in a semicircle upon the path before the cave-mouth; a rabbit hung limply from his jaws, its throat gashed raggedly, and blood sprayed and dripped in great crimson gouts upon the ground. His beloved skulls decorated each visible point around the entrance to the den, and the musty smell of dried plants filled the air.

He had not yet told Jinx of his time among the Vale wolves, but beside his paws, as he dropped the hare to the loam, there nestled a tiny crushed bundle of leaves and two bones, with wolfish teethmarks clearly visible. Tipping back his crown, Lecter called affectionately for his lover; he bore gifts for her, and new knowledge.

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