Deepwood Weald while I burst into flames

He heard the boy and simply turned his head, hissing softly through his teeth in order to shush him; then, he resumed his prowl. Njal's attention followed the dirt for some reason, and he took his time and carefully paced his way beyond where the boy and the burrow sat. It looked as if he would be leaving the boy to his hunger.

Then, making a noise to suggest he had found something, the gray man's head bobbed down among the buzzed grass. Just beyond a tired shrub (which was probably a great dense thing before the locusts devoured it), he saw another dark patch. It was another hole which trailed underground towards the tired boy.

Without warning Njal lowered his head to that gap and loosed a barrage of deep bellows, likely startling whatever was hiding underground. He heard movement and braced himself with his mouth hanging open just in case the rabbit bolted in the wrong direction and came upon his teeth — but he imagined it would go out the way it came, in to the boy's waiting lap.