Lost Creek Hollow bowspirit

Where he had hoped to hear the sound of what could be none less than the flurry of hares freaking out and scurrying for safety, there was only the one. One that he realized was quickly going in the opposite direction from him and towards his hunting partner. He missed the action of it springing from the hole in its brave escape, but did catch sight of Ilya snapping it out of the air. He stood stock still, curious of whether or not she would retain her grasp on it... and she did only with a little bit of panache to go with it.

He snorted hotly, more amused with her haphazardly flip of the creature that had ended its life. He left his place to come to her, his tail swinging up into a congratulatory wave. "That seemed unexpected," he said to her as he came to a stop. Not close enough that he would arouse concerns that he was there to take her rabbit of course — she had caught it in the end, fair and square. "Gave you a scratch? They're good for that."