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The child's dizziness and developmental lack of coordination combined were enough to cause him to stumble as he flung the snake away. It might have afforded the snake a chance to escape, had the shadows themselves not reached out to snatch up the unfortunate creature.

Veteran had not known fear in Duskfire Glacier, at least none that he could recall. And even before he had formed memories, he had only ever feared that which he did not understand.

Every hair stood on end when the shadows swallowed the snake, and even once the boy had identified the interloper as canine, he did not immediately relax. It was as if he understood innately that he was faced with something primal and nefarious-- something less than lupine or, perhaps, more than? 

The wraith battled the snake until it stilled, and Veteran moved forward only then. He emitted a puppyish growl punctuated by a low bark. His tail whipped back and forth, low and quick, and he reached up to sniff hesitantly at the snake hanging from the maw of The Shadow.

fading this out.

With a small huff, Veteran pulled away from the shadowed one. He felt like he had been robbed of the kill, and therefore the spoils of the hunt. He stalked away, prowling for another snake that he could rightfully claim as his own.