Duck Lake child is slowly taken

Carolina dug in silence, eyes narrowed and ears twitching at the smallest sounds of rabbits rustling deep within their tunnels. She didn't give much thought to it, but she reckoned the strange, sickly girl probably didn't understand a lick of what she was attempting to accomplish here. So instead of entrenching herself thoroughly into her niche as a flusher, she stood tense and ready for the moment a streak of tan erupted from the hole.

And as she predicted, the rabbits could not stay within their collapsing home forever. The first shot out quicker than she could react and turned abruptly into the underbrush; she waited for the next. This one was slower; probably old, but she wasn't thinking of semantics when her teeth closed around the hindquarters of the fleeing prey. It kicked at her face until she stilled it with a bite.

The grayscale female deposited the catch near where Zombie sat cowering in submission. Her pale eyes darted to the top of the girl's head, then back to the prey, before she swept her muzzle around back towards the den where the other rabbits had already fled. Though she didn't completely turn back, her eyes rolled back to Zombie. "It's all for you. Eat up." She said, in case there were any doubts.