Chimera Fields a body moving through space

"You love that," she waves her hand towards the wilderness, "more than me. And you'll love it more than our kids."

"Honest, Molls. I'll stop. I promise. I'm gettin' older anyway. You been wantin' a little girl your whole life, right?"

"It'll only be worse if you lie, Nine."

A long pause. A deep sigh.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right."

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An infinity of stars over pockmarked ground-- a night that thrums with hidden life and heat as a wolf blasts by, cut to his target, a hare, whose heartbeat can be heard even above its rapid-fire footsteps, tap-tap-tap. 

With every stride, he eats up the space between him and that bobbing white tail, pistons thrusting and engine worked to full throttle. His hands grip the ground. This is what it feels like to be alive. Sharks die if they stand still because the only way they know how to breathe is by moving. 

The hare stumbles and its momentum throws it forward, skidding-- "Gotcha, you bastard." He catches it by its nape and gives it an aggressive shake. The simple motion reduces some of its vertebrae down to dust. He listens to its heart slow, stutter, and then stop altogether. We see Nine Lives, a silhouette, hunched over a nighttime meal as he turns to hear something, or someone, in the dark.