Before going out for his hunt, he had of course informed Princess Kigu and they both brushed each others' sides for smell. He was already starting to feel at home with her, but what home is without a freshly caught meal? Going ahead to hunt, Dusk eagerly trotted through the willows. His keen nose would detect the warm scent of a meal soon, yet he stayed alert. Admiring the willows as he trekked through the grass, Dusk thanked his guardian, grandfather Sorik, that such a friend and sheltered home had come to him. But enough thanking was done, and not enough hunting, so he focused his mind to it. The region looked quite empty, unlike in the forest, the trees were bursting with prey. But something had to be here, and something had to be caught. Stopping to scent the air, Dusk opened his jaw, breathing in the familiar scent of the swampland. His mouth watered as a comforting scent reached his nose. Rabbit.
If anyone could track a rabbit, it was Dusk, and he would find that rabbit in an instant. Slowing his pace down, Dusk examined the willows carefully as he crept silently amongst the grass. He knew the rabbit would stand out, with its grey fur against the green. His eyes almost missed it, as he spotted his target, nibbling on a flower only a few tail-lengths away. It had not spotted him, and Dusk silently slunk into a crouch. His scent was surely disguised and he would soon have his claws around it. The plump creature stirred, had it smelled him? Not wasting any time, the silent hunter leaped on its prey, sinking his teeth into its scruff before it could think of escaping. His eyes flickered across the land, making sure no-one had come to take his catch. He got up, feeling quite proud with his catch, the fat rabbit was certainly slow enough for him, and also big enough to feed the two. He took the rabbit in his jaws, pleased he had caught something for him and his friend. Should he catch anything else? Perhaps not, the rabbit was enough. And he would travel back to the kingdom of willows, from he had came. He would travel back to the princess, and his people of the rustling wind.
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