Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

It sent a little thrill through his veins to see the little rabbit jump as she saw him move. The hybrid bided his time, remaining still as his words gained a response that was amusing. Inwardly he snorted at the little display of straightening she did; was she trying to grow taller? Her spoken answer brought an easy grin. His expression was schooled into easy friendliness. Season and all, indeed.

"Yes, it can get damnably hot in this season. Especially in a coat such as mine.." Slowly, he rose, no threat held in his imposing, royal frame as he traipsed down the incline toward the female, seemingly dainty paws trailing him closer to his prey. "I did find the lake to be a fine spot to drink and cool off. But it did little to satisfy my hunger, you see. So I've been waiting for the right moment to hunt. Maybe a nice rabbit.." The silky manner of his speech unwavering, his thick accent rich with a purr, he circled, as though he were merely considering a direction to go, while in reality he sought to place himself behind her, to the her right side.

"Alas, I have found no rabbits. Save. One." There was a beat of silence as he waited for the penny to drop - another of his mother's weird sayings - in the prey's mind. It would make the attack all the more thrilling. He didn't give her long to think, however.

The blood thrummed in his ears as his haunches coiled, powerful muscles rippling as he loosed his frame in a forceful lunge, seeking to close the distance and grab her scruff tightly in his jaws; and he hoped his canines would tear the little rabbit's hide and draw blood. Simultaneously, his left front paw would snap up, seeking to drop onto her back while his right front paw sought to hook around the front of her right front leg and jerk it back toward himself. The hunt was well and truly in earnest. And the hunter had no intention of letting the prey escape, this time.