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She caught on quickly to his antics, and no sooner did her teeth leave his scruff than did they clamp down upon his muzzle. Astyanax had only managed to tear off a small sliver of meat which he greedily swallowed, before he let out a shrill yipe of pain. Averna's sharp incisors had pressed down upon his gums, forcing his jaws open.

The pup resumed his wriggling and awkwardly jerked his head back and forth while gripped by the maw, fully releasing his hold on the rabbit's leg now. The whole endeavour had proven fruitless, though he was still confused as to why the adult had attacked him so, seemingly unprovoked. Pleading whines escaped from his throat as Astyanax tried, once again, to free himself from Averna's hold.