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Heat presses through the scarce canopies above. But unlike what causes the heat, the sun cannot be found through the fog that never seems to pass through Blackwood Reach. The heat is muggy, sticky, and annoying. Nonetheless, Krueger is glad to finally be able to get out of the den with little of a hassle. There are still moments that he trips over his paws and growls, a light sound that does not mimic from what he feels within him. No, as much as he is a child, there is something more that breaches behind his eyes, as if he is the one given the key to a world while others are left behind. The light is bent a little for him, seeing more than what meets the eye.
For example, when he sees a bird, he does not think of only food. He thinks of much more beyond that. What the bird's insides would look like when he used his claws to pop the seams of its chest open. Or when he sees a rabbit and knows that he can use the pelt to add to his mother's den, and how loudly he can make it scream before his ears go numb. He'd played that game before. It was blaring and caused alarm — not just to the screaming, but to his actions as well. Usually smaller rodents, birds they made little noise. It'd been the reason he'd been lurking in a bush, waiting and biding his time for something to cross his path.
A rabbit-like creature scurried down a tree with a bushier tail that he'd seen on one before. And... well, the ears weren't quite right. Krueger squinted and tried to make it out — it definitely wasn't a rabbit. Hm. Interesting. Well, it was time to find out what it was. The small bundle of dark oaks and creams jumped out from the cover of the leaves and pounced onto the squirrel. It was in a fit, scratching and chittering up a storm. It didn't stop Krueger as he wrestled for the upper hand, and suddenly, cracked its neck in between his jaws. "Aw, man." He muttered, letting out a sigh, like a child who'd just broken one of his favorite toys. The nightwalker gathered himself, standing up and pushing the thing aside. He could dissect it, but it was less fun when they were already dead. Nonetheless, he wouldn't miss a chance. The little kid strode up to the plate, letting one of his paws poke at the thing's chest.
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