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While taking his time to find his way Kigipigak was set upon by a roar that came from behind him, causing him to lift his head and turn sharply to meet the oncoming force that was Phox; he dropped the rabbit when his muzzle hinged, then stepped aside, or tried to—only to miss the ridge and step on air. 

He went down hard against a mess of stone. The rocks ground in to his chest. The shock of the moment dulled that cutting pain as Kigipigak struggled not to fall from the ledge to his death.

As he got to his feet he saw the rabbit's carcass sitting out of reach along another segment further down, tangled in fern, dusted by soil that clung to the blood puddle now seeping from its wounds.

Ahh! The gift! He half-hissed through clenched teeth.