The Hunt

He doesn't wait for the hounds to come to him. It's a game of strategy, one that he doesn't always win. But he's alert and quick-witted and does his best to smile, making sure to show his teeth.

He preens as they circle, letting them take his measure. They always underestimate him.

He won't be run to ground by their rules. He won't be defined by their fear.

He stumbles, sometimes falls, but he always regains his feet. He knows people resent him for that.

He's never what they expect and he likes it that way.

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