Somehow, the terrain under Hakuba’s paws had turned from cement and asphalt to grass and sod. He blinked, glancing at his surroundings. He was in a park of some kind… one ten or fifteen minutes away from the court house by foot. He flexed his claws, curious at the bits of bark that fell from them. Had he been in a tree? 

It was then that he noticed the tangy, metallic taste in his mouth, and the feathers that gathered at his feet. 

He spit the catch out and to the grass, but by then it was far too late. The sparrow was only partially there, and if Hakuba had to guess, the other half was in his stomach. With a moan, he rubbed at his face furiously with a paw, trying in desperation to wipe the blood off. But none of it could erase his horror and despair.  

Oh God, I’ve killed again!