Fox's Glade so fresh so clean

Even if he couldn't catch and eat the rabbit, he could snap at it a bit while it was cornered and scare the everliving shit out of it. That felt like ample punishment and brought him a good deal of satisfaction, to listen to the thing quail and cower. He wasn't a sadistic creature by nature, but he had worked very hard to catch this rabbit and was frustrated that he had failed.

A sudden, albeit muffled, voice startled him and he yanked his head from the hole to glance around. When he realized how close the stranger was, Sriracha pulled his forelegs from the hole and did a little 360 degree hop. He landed in a ready stance, but relaxed when he saw it was merely another wolf. The realization that he had overreacted sent him cackling, and he shook the dirt from his pelt. You scared me, amigo! he laughed. No, no. I was giving some escaped prey a little what-for. I looked pretty stupid though, didn't I?