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He doesn’t even move like a copper, he thought. Coppers don’t skip down hills like mountain goats. Coppers move like . . . ambulances.
He’d heard farmers and pro-hunt lobbyists ranting about the savagery of these animals when they killed, but he doubted that a creature killing to feed itself and its young could enjoy it. Bloodlust fed off a particular kind of intelligence.
