Chasing rabbits

At the sound of a voice, he felt a hint of panic flare in his heart. He had worked hard for this rabbit, and wasn't prepared for someone bigger and meaner to come and snatch it away from him. When he turned, he realised who it was. Well, not someone stronger, but definitely someone mean. He held his eyes to hers, awkwardly so as he bent down and picked up his rabbit. He growled from between the flesh and shook the rabbit twice, before placing it back on the ground at his paws. Doing that, he then took a step forward. Placing himself above the dead rabbit. 'Mine' his body language said. 


Feeling that was enough to give her the message, he continued to stare her down, waiting for her to go away. He forgot that she'd spoken, and seeing she wasn't leaving he scrambled to pay attention to what she'd actually said. H8s eyes narrowed. "Whats it to you?" He said, through the adrenaline was starting to wear off. He already felt the bruise across his stomach, but now he was starting to feel the cut, too.