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In the grass, Sobo squeezed his eyes shut. He had no reason to be frightened of Haunt besides her unusual appearance, but he was strangely relieved when she announced she was leaving, and then proceeded to do just that. Sobo peeked out of the grass to watch her strange ambulation — two steps and something a little like a tiny hop to make up the balance for the missing paw — but made no motion to follow or otherwise flag her attention.

When Haunt was well and truly away, the chubby Pebble waddled out of the grass with a surreptitious look around, then he fell upon the rabbit with aplomb. He was still a nursing pup, but the feel of soft fur in his teeth was instinctively enticing, and he understood enough of language to know it was meant as a gift. With laborious tugs and grunts, the boy began dragging the rabbit back toward the den, pausing now and again to chew on its velvety ears or strong limbs.

If Haunt looked back, she would see it flopping comically into the tall grass, never to be seen again.