<P><JC>Reyn's Table, Chapter 1
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<P>Dusty scrub gave way to a even dustier clearing, pattered with narrow paw-prints. Enormous wings drifted above, occasionally mobbed by small, braver ones. Reyn sat amongst his brittle oak leaves, and watched thirstily. It was ridiculous, he thought, baring his sharp teeth. Despite them flying over my territory, and despite my far superior position in the food chain, the birds elude me!
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<P>He tried to imagine how they would taste. Chicken, most likely. That big one with a delicious wild tang. Reyn jumped up and ran to his den, burrowing his long face into his busy tail in frustration. He just had to catch one.
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<P>The sun rose and set twice before he saw one of the flying beasts again, though it was different this time. It had a forked tail, and seemed to share the same shade of color in it's coat as Reyn. Upon spotting it, a plan formed in his mind. He glanced around at the undergrowth, and spied his soon-to-be quarry's quarry: A tiny little fluffy tail...