The blood didn't bother Gune. The fact that something around here was responsible for splattering blood all over the place bothered Gune. It also reminded him of his harrowing youth in the communal mud pens. It reminded him of his siblings, and the guilt-flavored nourishment they eventually became. His ears twitched nervously at the thought. If it had been just himself, he never would have made it this far, or thought to go to the dark, scary barn in the first place. Thankfully, he had two decoys to put between him and any bloodthirsty beast that might pop up. 

Gune held up his torch and inspected the scene thoroughly, keeping a ready hand on the hilt of his dagger. ...He also inconspicuously sniffed at the bloodied leg to determine is suitability as future rations. No need to let a good haunch of meat go to waste!

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