They stood around a dead rabbit, wondering what to do.

It would be different if one of them had [i]killed[/i] the rabbit. As it was, they'd just found someone else's. Dangling from the trap it had unwittingly caught itself in, the animal's dull, flat eyes didn't exactly stimulate one's palate. Then again, Matteo hadn't eaten red meat in at least a week. [i]It's hardly enough for all of us,[/i] Matteo thought with a pang of hunger, [i]but it might liven up that broth at the Silver Light church if we end up sleeping there again tonight.[/i] If it made it that long. It might just be their breakfast snack.

He swallowed, then cleared his throat. [b]"It's, ah, in someone else's trap,"[/b] he pointed out. [b]"It seems in poor taste to--"[/b] He realized that he had reached forward to pry the slipknot loose, the action almost automatic after his training, [b]"--I'm very interested in how this trap works. Maybe we can make one of our own..."[/b] Ah, right, and the rabbit was already coming free. How very accidental. And convenient. 

...Not that they should steal it, but [i]if they stole it[/i], they should do it fast. 
And he [i]was[/i] the Thief.