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The inquisition could wait until after they’d fed. Taking the stranger’s prostration as assent, she bent to tear the rabbit’s crushed head from its body. She set this aside, then ripped open its belly. Masque nosed the offal onto the waiting grass, then took the emptied torso and flung it gingerly toward the other wolf’s outstretched legs.

She watched him a moment, then made quick work of the organs she’d reaped. After polishing off those, she moved to the caved-in head, cracking open the skull more fully to access the sweet meat inside it. Within the space of five minutes, there was nothing left aside from scattered bone fragments and smears of blood in the grass.

Her attention quickly cut back to the stranger, finally asking, What is your name? I’m… She paused, lip curling in amusement. You can call me Raider.