Blacktail Deer Plateau who is the lamb and who is the knife

His plea did not go unanswered, but it was not the kindness that Anselm was hoping for. Instead he was refused. So, with a small shrug, Anselm began to shift as if to depart on good terms - but then he dove face-first towards the soil, inserting his sooty snout in to the cache. He did his best to snap at the cache with his front teeth, and felt his fangs catch upon something, but as he withdrew it was hardly worth it; the rabbit's haunch was partially frozen and still mostly buried, leaving only a tendril of hairy flesh to steal away. With this morsel hanging limp and akimbo from his jaws, Anselm gave way to a real retreat. He backed up a few paces and then spun around, hoping to outrun the grey warden.