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She offers a grateful smile as he drops the hare at her feet, stomach growling out an impatient complaint. Thank you, She murmurs, bending to nudge it a little further away from where she'd puked before she settles to eat it. While typically a rather neat eater, she finds herself far too tired and hungry to remember her manners now, and rips into the hare as if eating her first meal in weeks. Her enthusiasm sends bits of gore and bloody fur flying, splattering the snow around her. Half of it is gone in record time before she pauses a little guiltily, swiping her tongue over her muzzle to clear the blood away. Do you want some? She asks, thinking that she can at least remember to share.