Broken Antler Fen got a bottle of whatever.

Luke, too, had spied the rabbits and had concealed his form below the topline of the grass. The wind was against his back and thus he was opposite the hidden female without knowing it, and the skittish herbivores' noses twitched and their ears swiveled, alerted but not yet alarmed. The blue-nosed wolf had already eaten, and thus did not eye the brown creatures with hunger, but rather with a devilish gleam. Just like the geese that day on the edge of the lake, Luke was looking for a chase, a game, and he before the rabbits could become so unnerved by the whiffs of his scent they were getting he rushed them, bursting out of cover a white blur.

Those closest to their warren holes disappeared down in them, but a few caught further out in the open fled with Luke on their heels, snapping and barking and bounding with joy. Little did he know he had disturbed the hunt of another with his game.