Sharpthorn's tail tip flicked slightly, as he tracked a vole on the ground. It's head poked up suddenly, and he sprang forward, clearing a large space with a sudden kick of his back legs. Landing squarely on the creature, he sank his teeth into it's neck, and buried it at the roots of a tree for later, scraping a bit of dirt over it's brown fur.
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