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In response to her query, the pup seemed to shrink away from her. His obvious nerves made her nervous in turn. Haunt took several pronounced steps backward, moving slowly and leaving the rabbit where it lay. She paused after withdrawing several yards, taking a seat momentarily to free up her single foreleg to raise it in a placating gesture.

She stilled, paw still midair, when he actually replied, "No." Haunt found that answer cleverly funny, though she carefully schooled her expression. She didn't want to frighten him any further and, for all she knew, laughter would send him scurrying into the bushes. The last thing the yearling wanted was to upset the leaders' kids in any way.

"Okay, well, this food is for you and your family," she said, angling for a quiet, soothing tone of voice as she pointed at the dead rabbit. "I'll just leave it there and you can take it whenever you're, ah, ready. Okay? Okay. I'll go now."

Haunt drew in a breath, then raised her forepaw again to flick it in a brief wave. Still making no sudden movements, she gingerly lifted back onto all threes and began slowly turning away to take her leave.