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Peter did not know much yet about the customs of dominance and hierarchy, therefore the very fact that after his attack his prey somehow moved and changed an appearance, did not play any role in order to make him feel victorious. Instead, he let go of the phalanx he had grabbed with his milk teeth, plopped down to his belly and examined the leathery pawpads and the spaces between them. The smell was entirely different and, feeling both curious and puzzled, he nuzzled the fur, taking in long sniffs, while his mind tried to unravel the flow of information the palette of scents brought with it.