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Lucius shook his head, clearing some of the thorns and brambles. He could see, at least, and it did not hurt terribly. The rabbit was running out of stamina, but the coyote pressed on. He could almost taste its sweet blood in his jaws, and he had to firmly remind himself that this was not for him.

The hunt ended swiftly, the rabbit slowing from exhaustion, Lucius falling upon it with a snarl. It was dead in the next instant. He made his way back to Belen, panting, still with thorns on his face, neck and shoulders.

"Belen?" He called gently, for he thought he saw her sleeping. "Belen... food..." He moved to place the rabbit by her paws, then backed away.