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She looked up at him, but he couldn't even tell if she recognized him, so vague and distant was her gaze. She did seem to understand that he wanted her to eat, but she simply shook her head with the greatest of efforts, and set her chin back down upon the ground. He breathed in a deep sigh, the air whistling through his damaged nasal cavity, and he growled softly. He didn't like it when other wolves were miserable. He was supposed to be the miser of the pack.

So he sank down to the ground and pulled the rabbit toward himself, propping it between his forepaws so that he could begin pulling the fluff out of it in clumps. Seeing no reason to waste it, he stuff whatever fluff he pulled off the rabbit in and around Miriam's shoulders and gentle prodding motions, so that she might shift herself later and find something more comfortable to rest her bony frame upon. By this time of the year, the rabbit's fur was both beige and white- speckled; an indication that the seasons were changing.

Once he'd plucked a fair amount of fur from its sides and belly he tore into it, spilling its innards out across his forelegs, and licked clean some of the blood. He was hungry, but this wasn't for him. He was tempted to pull a 'one bite for you, two bites for me' trick, but Miriam was clearly in need of more nourishment than he was. So he began to tear off small, bite-sized pieces, and once he had a couple of them, he picked up the smallest of them and lay it on the ground right in front of her nose so that she might even feel the warmth of it. “Eat.”