Mr. Cottontail

Oblivious to his father leaving the den, Exodus snoozed on, laying on his back, his plump little body sprawled comfortably. His pudgy belly rose and fell with each sleepy breath, his forelegs extended over his head, his hind legs spread lazily, toes curling every now and then, while his tail lay flat on the ground. He could have slept through a storm at this point, and he might not have budged. It wasn't until his father had returned, and two of his siblings were already pestering him, that Exodus finally stirred. He drew his forepaws in toward his chest as his hinds stretched out, before he flopped onto his side, straining to prop himself up onto his elbows. He opened his tired eyes, blinking slowly, yawning. He slowly turned his head to see his brothers pacing around Creed, and a silly little smile crossed his face. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to stand up, slowly shuffling his massive paws as he made his way quietly over to those who were awake so far.

What were they all excited about? He looked to Knight, and followed the boy's somewhat wide gaze to the body of a rabbit just outside the den's entrance. Oh, is that what had everyone's attention right now? But, how did it get there, and why wasn't it hopping away like the rest of them always did? Exodus toddled over to his father, and plopped his big rump down so he could more easily look up to his towering parent. Groggy, he hadn't heard anything that had been said so far, so curious himself, the little boy would pipe up. "Da, wha' is dat?" he asked, tilting his head, causing his beige ears to flop to the side, his multi-hued eyes wandering to the rabbit outside before looking up to his dad again, "Are we goin' huntin'?" Of course, it didn't occur to him that the prey animal was already dead, after all, he didn't know the first thing about hunting just yet. But, he was curious and he knew his dad would have a good answer.