Rest and a bite to eat?

Beau had made it past The Bifrost and avoided the prickly land beside it. But as he, Blind, and Trill entered a new territory he was looking out with fascination at the landscape. He could spy at least two holes, the suggestion of a warren in the area. But having come this way they needed to rest. The man would settle in a patch of soft grass as Blind settled beside him. The fox was a spitfire, but an aid. He was grateful for her, just as he was for Trill. The bird settled on him and Beauregard looked out across the prairie, drinking in the landscape. It was pretty here, and it seemed as though pretty might be easy to find here. Once they had rested a quick meal would be in order, and it looked as though rabbit was at the top of the menu. Unless he happened across someone who could help him with something bigger.