Firefly Glen the bard and the scorpion

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Goldhawk licked his maw and frowned with determination, it being rare for him to care so much about one mere rabbit — but desperate times call for desperate focus. Then it was there, wriggling and squirming between his teeth. He crushed its windpipe swiftly, but even as he did so he looked up to see a long-furred stranger diving straight for his prey. I think not, bucko, he got over his surprise fast, stood protectively over his quarry and braced to meet the weight of his rival head-on.