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As the Stoat went into its final throes, Cull's mouth watered in anticipation-- the ravenous call of hunger waiting to be answered. Falling to his knees, Cull threw his spear aside as he buried his mouth into the open wound of his felled quarry.  The sensation of blood and meat sliding down his starving gullet was nothing short of pure euphoria. As his bloodthirst abated, the light of reason found purchase once more in Cull's little green noggin.  The the difference was practically night from day; as if an impenetrable blanket of thick fog had suddenly been lifted.

Cull pulled back from the mess of guts he'd been munching on and carefully examined his weapon. "Well dat isn gonna last much longah..." he muttered to himself as he tapped the half-blunted tip of his spear with a finger. A slight twitching caught his attention, drawing his eyes to the still half-dead rabbit, and more specifically; it's rather sturdy looking horn.
"I guess dat 'orn rabby might 'ave sumthin."

Taking up his spear once more, Cull intended to put the rabbit out of its misery with as clean, and precise a blow as possible.  Fixing his grip on his spear, and firmly planting his feet-- Cull launched forward with a powerful thrust; his full weight and strength behind the strike, aimed at the rabbit's throat!

The deed done, Cull began on his next project: a better weapon.

As he ate his fill of his two kills, the young goblin began working on his new weapon. Using a rock, he broke the rabbit's horn from it's skull, then, using vines from the surrounding trees, he secured the new tip to his weapon (the former tip now having been turned completely flat).  It wasn't perfect, but it was functional; and could still be improved upon once he was back at the cave and had more time.  Tying the rabbit and stoat together with more vines, Cull began to haul his new loot home.....
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