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Ah, that was it. Kitimat listened with a swiveled ear toward Ancelin, and without hesitation, released the limb and seized the hare by its neck, bit down hard, and shook.

Vertebrae separated and reverberated into his soul.

The animal hung limp from his jaws, and he dropped it, eyes wide, staring upon his kill. He had never hunted—much less caught—a creature this big. His mouth was beginning to water, but he looked toward Ancelin, seeking futher direction.

We'll eat it now? he asked. Or do you want it? 

He yearned to take it back to Moontide's camp, but it was this man who had alerted him to its presence in the first place. It was only fair to share or to cede his kill altogether.