He did not stop digging at the back of the den—not until he was certain a few floppy-eared rodents had escaped through the front entrance. It wouldn’t do the pair any good if only one rabbit burst from the den. He’d have to make sure a few more made a run for it—that way they could both get a meal out of the hunt and Sachiel could bring one home for the caches (or Hawthorne). So he kept digging, his brows furrowed in determination as the soil grew softer beneath his paws and began collapsing in at the back of the tunnel. He did not know what was happening at Oksana’s end, but he hoped she had caught something so she wasn’t deemed as a useless hunting partner.
A rabbit began to burrow from beneath the dirt, clearly frantic as it attempted to escape the mess Sachiel had made. Without hesitation he lunged forward, plucking the soft creature from the burrows. It did not take much for the creature to fall limp and with a triumphant wag of his tail he abandoned his post and sprinted for the front. They couldn’t catch all the rabbits—then they couldn’t make more for them to hunt! He’d allow a few to escape out the back, but he was opposed to catching a few more at the front…
He saw the ebony girl with her own rabbit and gave a quick wag of his tail. His mismatched eyes quickly flitted over to the entrance of the den as he dropped his prize on the ground, his brows pinched tight as he waited to see if anything else came crawling out…