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She lost track of time as they sparred. Haunt even stopped noticing the weather. All the movement kept her warm, plus both offense and defense occupied all of her attention. By the time they tired out and called a truce, she actually flopped down in the snow, body hot, muscles ticking like a cooling engine as her tongue lolled forth in a pant.

"I started thinking of your feet as rats," Haunt quipped. That made her think of his end of their deal. "I'm famished now but too tired to hunt. Ugh." She paused, licking the slaver from her chops. "Let's rest a while, then try to find something to eat. Fresh is best, though I'm not above scavenging." With a shrug, she then relaxed back into a snowdrift to chill for a bit.