Hemmed in on both sides by solid walls of skin on bone, he watched in horror as an unseen attacker pounded the helpless animal pinned to the ground before him. It yelped as bloody indentations were made upon its flesh. At last, with a wet crunch, the creature's skull was crushed, splattering its dirty-white fur with brains and blood.

Slowly, the pool of blood diminished, lapped up as though by invisible tongues. A muzzle nudged him gently, urging him forward.

He began to understand.

He moved forward, his tongue tasting life itself, then looked up for reassurance.

He saw himself.

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