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[Beatles.]

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—-  & As if from out of nowhere, a voice broke the silence. "I think you'd be better off catching yourself a deer or somethin'."

Along came Bones, his brown and vaguely (yet normally) judgmental stare focused on the fae as she sat back on her haunches, obviously having exerted physical effort. He noticed her paw smudged with dirt, and although he hadn't witnessed the whole thing from the start, he pieced it all together. A rabbit had made its escape, huh? Bones had caught rabbits before, though he had mostly lived off of dog kibble for most of his life. Rabbits and other rodents were fresh and meaty, as long as they weren't diseased. "At least those can't hide in holes." He muttered and took another step forward.

The German Shepherd proceeded to ask her, "Is your paw okay?" He knew that she had gotten it wedged into the rabbit hole and that some effort had been required to yank it out. As someone who was medically inclined, he felt the need to make sure that she hadn't sprained it or hurt herself by doing so.