With food for his siblings safely secured Aslan was all set to head back home. The shout of another held him paused for a brief moment, though he would leave the other to whatever she was doing, hunting the second rabbit he could only guess. He'd turn and begin the journey but the muffled sounds of the rabbit's final moments filled the air followed strangely by equally as muted growls. They hadn't been that far away, why on earth was the noise so quiet? In fact, as he stopped again he could even hear the clawing and scrapping at the ground on the other side of the small cluster of trees just over his shoulder.
Truth be told he was still a little hesitant to investigate though curiosity got the better of the tall boy and eventually he would venture the same path the rabbit had taken, moving past the trees to discover the rear end of a wolf wriggling around from a small hole. Truth be told he was amazed she'd tried to dive down a rabbit hole, they were tiny and certainly not meant for wolves. Even more astounding was the presumption that she had caught the rabbit, was this a new hole, perhaps not with much space in it, the complex tunnels that trailed beneath the ground normally meant that the rabbit had escaped. Of course, normally you didn't see a wolf stuck in a rabbit hole either.
He lowered his rabbit to the ground for a moment, the polite thing to do would be to try and help her. "Excuse me." Would she even be able to hear him with her head so far down the hole? He spoke up in hopes she might. "Would you like some help?"
