Two small hunters have perched side by side. Their claws run parallel to the curve of the branch which supports them. Stripes, dashes, and spots; fur, feathers, and bark - it is a symphony of texture. Moonlight reflects on their patches of white so bright as to obscure the hungers' true forms.
She nods toward him, eyes closed, savoring this moment of togetherness.
He remains wide-eyed and gazing forward, vigilant.
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