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Luce sprung at the mallard and deftly executed it. The quiet crunch of its fragile neck vertebrae made for a satisfying end to its short life. Was there anything useful on this creature? Lucretia wasn't used to appraising food for its other properties. It was either clean and safe to eat or filthy and worthless for consumption. Borderline poison. Was it possible to use even dirty meat - or rather, its components? No. You could never quite get it all the way clean. Better to discard it.

She dug into the mallard. The water gave the meat a brackish, murky taste. Luce wrinkled her nose. Very unpleasant. After a few more careful bites, she called to Rose quietly. "The boar, yes?" Luce turned and rounded on the young thing. It was immature and foolish, still happy rooting and snorting on the marsh. She sunk into a predator's crouch and tried not to make any waves as she approached.