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Was there even a shred of playfulness left in him anymore? If there was, it was buried down deep inside. He looked up from his prey, pale eyes naturally sharp and hard. And there was Heda, whom he hadn't seen in so long. She had grown and transformed so much, just like he had.

"Thanks. I thought I was hungry. Not so sure now." Looking down, without a second thought, he snapped it's neck. At least now the thing was out of it's misery. "You want it?" He stood up, ready to reach down and offer it to her.