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The Prey - A Little Drabble Do Ya
His prey was wounded, crouched behind the big rock but not completely hidden from the hunter. He had managed to scramble away. Watching from a distance the hunter feigned nonchalance mixed with acute senses that told him there was movement. He groomed his nails, all the while aware of the diminishing life beyond.
A rustling sound caught his attention, he twitched imperceptibly; he wasn't distracted. The prey was still there, the object of his hunt nearly vanquished.
"What are you looking at?" Napoleon had caught his partner transfixed on something.
"That cat, he's after something."
"THRUSH?"
"One can only hope."
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