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The hare hang from the brute's jaws, the blood dripping from it's neck, soaking the ground under Vukasin's paws. He tured in a full panorama around himself, before deciding it was time to head back to camp. He rose his gaze towards the darkened sky. The sun began to show less and less the past few days. He took the path under his paws that lead to camp, where probably the rest of the pack was. Getting in the clearing, he blinked a few time, as he stopped next to a tree to get used to the sudden increase of light. He then threw the hare in the kill pile, and sat under a naked tree his tail rapped around himself, carefully watching everything around him