11/19/2025, 5:10 AM
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He trotted back home with haste, his limber limbs moving with a swiftness perhaps previously unknown to them. And in his jaws would dangle the limp body of the rabbit he'd managed to entrap. Dried blood would linger on the edges of his lips, somehow abhorrent and yet somehow ... virtuous. It had been a gift to him, something he'd taken from the earth in exchange for the life of himself, and now ... for his sister, too.
This was the circle of life, right?
(He'd done it!)
Hawthorn's grip was tight on the nape of the recently deceased rabbit as he nearly clambered through Dawnbreak's entrance. A gift, yes! It was a gift! He had to show her, her, yes, her!
Vi?His voice, dampened by rabbit fur and blood, would sound across the warmth of the sunset.
Viola?Muffled, if only slightly, he would wuff her name in the dimming air, eager to show his sister what he had caught.
For her!
A simple feat but ...
... a gift, nonetheless.
He had done something. Something more than just existed. He had done something to help them, just as he'd been taught to do. Oh, for many, it would be so simple. But this ... he hoped Viola would appreciate it. (Though having a sibling like Belladonna gave him the consistency of worry.)
Maybe Bella was far away for now.
Vi?He would question again, with intent this time.