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

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With the raggedly torn limb hanging from his muzzle, Anselm shot away from the pack's borders - and the guard - but slowed when he noticed the lack of a tail (not physically of course, his tail was fully intact). The guard had not been fast enough. With adrenaline still pumping through his veins, Anselm's instincts rose to full power and told him to run, just to keep running; but instead he doubled back and paraded his prize before the stranger, keeping his head aloft while the rabbit limb was held tightly, aged skin flapping with the effort. This lasted only a few minutes, and once the goading stopped, Anselm once more slipped in to the darkness of the trees - and he was gone.