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There was nothing more invigorating than ripping apart the head fron a living animal. Bane spent his entire day chasing after squirels and smaller mammals, not always with much luck, but when he chose to go after something bigger was when the fun reall started. The Raccon wasn't fast enough for Bane's swiftness, and soon it fell under his deadly paws, and for one last time the creature saw the light.
But there was something off. Bane lifted his bloodstained muzzle from his catch at the sight of a swift shadow through the corner of his wary eyes. Not a sound reached his ears, but he knew his eyes weren't tricking him, he had to investigate.
He was quick to give chase to the suspect, one whose scent or appearance weren't in the deadly Gamma's records. Intruder. And just like that, it was a whole different game. He had to take her down, now. He rose his muzzle to the heights requesting backup, even though he had made it his personal goal to catch the little bitch, and instantly raised the level of the chase, propelling himself like an unstoppable rhino through the woods. That bitch was as good as dead now.