What The Flip (Abaven)

He shut his eyes, knowing he had blown his cover. It was all going well, until that point. He peered from the side of the trunk, finding his brother tracing his tracks he had left by the shore. He could have flattened his paw-prints, but there wasn't enough time. The only option he had left was fleeing and so the game's victory would only be decided by whoever was the fastest. He hadn't seen Alvin race before, and he didn't want to find out today.

Before he could make up his mind, his brother had already found him. He froze, slowly finding himself staring into Alvin's tricoloured gaze. No point in escaping now, was there? It was better if he announced his brother as the winner so he could be the rabbit next. After all, weren't all rabbits eventually caught? He knew Abaven had the best hunters.

"Aw, you win," Was that enjoyment in his tone? Did he enjoy playing the role as a rabbit? He didn't want to admit that, especially around his brother. "So I'm the hunter now!"