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The man's eyes and gestures spurred him forward; Kitimat needed no more permission to surge into the brush, chasing after the hare.

As he ran, he felt the wind of those churning hind legs whirring into his face. He was so close. . .

And with a bound, he seized the hare by one back limb and felt it snap between his teeth;

And his eyes were wide and staring, the quarry limping in his wake, and now it was caught between the orbit of Kitimat and Ancelin, and. . .

Here! Kitimat exclaimed, above the cries of the hare beneath them.