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Artaax  stood tall as he trotted up to his mother, holding the rabbit high for her to see. The creature had finally fallen limp by the time he reached her, and he dropped it upon the ground before her once he was near enough. He looked at her with a happy grin, his tail wagging unabashedly. The hunt had been thrilling, even though it was not exactly his preferred prey. The praise laid upon him was just as gratifying as it ever was. He dipped his muzzle respectfully and made a quick gesture that suggested the catch was for her - a gift for his nomi, and commander.