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his ear twitched toward ketzia's suggestion, but mahler did not address it, his attention fully given to their hunt. her words, however, would be held and processed at a later time; for now, the business of killing was theirs. in his youth, also, mahler had learned there were ways to kill such a creature, though it required cunning. 
and perhaps a tool.
the man moved away and returned in a handful of minutes, bearing a solid stick in his jaws, and gingerly he lowered its edge toward the thickly-furred side of the porcupine, attempting to nudge it beneath their quarry. his first attempt went rebuffed; the animal squeaked fiercely at the pair of hunters.