Behind her, Leto could hear Iskra coddling the little brat who'd helped her fuck up the perfect hunt scenario Leto had been working to set up. The dark Aeris female bristled furiously - coddling the little beast while Leto tried frantically to salvage what she could of her ambush?? - but she couldn't take her attention from the chase long enough to turn and give Iskra the tongue-lashing she so richly deserved. She was too busy trying to match the zig-zagging pattern the rabbit was running, which she knew only too well was an exercise in futility. Rabbits could manage much sharper turns than a wolf could. So it wasn't surprising when the creature managed to dive into a bramble two leaps ahead of Leto, and she had to hit the brakes hard to keep from going nose first after it. A face full of thorns, that was exactly what she would need on top of everything else.
She was just turning away from her failed chase, gritting her teeth in sour irritation, when a squeal from one of the trapped runs brightened her outlook a bit. It was the second one she'd done, and the sapling she'd draped her first snare over was dancing frantically as well though whatever was caught in it was silent. Leto stalked stiff-legged and clearly still angry over to the squealing rabbit. Careful to avoid spines and teeth both, she closed her jaws over the back of it's head and gave a vicious shake. Probably more vicious than strictly necessary in her current temper, but it served to cut off the squealing and the rabbit thing went limp. Still not speaking a word to Iskra or the brat she'd brought with her - who, Leto saw with a fresh spat of disgusted irritation, she had proceeded to start to play with instead of, oh, helping to fix the hunt she'd screwed up - she growled her way over to the second trapped rabbit and dispatched it the same way.
Only then, with both rabbits dangling by their ears from her jaws, did she stomp over to where Iskra and the pup were. She dropped the strange mutated creatures and fixed Iskra with a prickly, furious stare. "So's this wut you do now? Go 'round and fuck up peoples' hunts? Hunts that mebbe mean they can act'ally eat w'out needing some'un else t' take care of em? Y'think people can jus' live on air and sunshine like daisies or som'in? I'd bite yer goddamn ears off for it if y'weren't family."
She turned her sturdy head toward the glowy little brat who'd followed Iskra, and bared her teeth at the beast. "Who the fuck's the rodent? Get yourself knocked up already?"
