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"night"
It was hard, almost unbearable, to resist the pangs of hunger that racked his slight body. Leaving home, the safety of his hunting grounds, had been a harsh blow. Crippling. He couldn't go on like this. A week was one thing but two...?
Swallowing, Lag felt a familiar something coil in his chest. The town was crawling with people, no one would suspect anything as long as he made it look like a human attack.
He'd crept out of bed, soundlessly, and went to the door.
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