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As Farren lapped up her fatty bits he poured himself a warmed bowl of soup. He sprinkled some greens and rabbit into the thick and creamy substance. He was pleased with the outcome of the rabbit, but not so keen on the slop that accompanied it. It wasn't the taste of the soup that displeased...

He made small incisions between the meat and the skin with the sharp tip of the blade, trying to remain as close to the skin as he could. Vaunting his skill with swift and precise movements the skin peeled off without slack. He pulled the skin taught and laid it on the rack, then chucked the...

His first few steps were noisy. The snow crunching beneath his feet conjured a feeling of inadequacy. Especially next to his stealthier companion. He slowed his pace and adjusted to match the footfalls of the wolf before him. A perimeter check earlier told them they were safe for a few miles...