Hideaway Strath Rad dudeski.

Well, shit. Clearly his ineptitude was showing, and Dingo couldn't have that. When Towhee suggested that he fetch some food he almost bristled. The man typically overpowered the women he was with and didn't take kindly to being bossed around - but the way she effortlessly commanded him around was a little different. He needed something out of her beyond the usual dip-and-run shtick Dingo relied on. If he was going to get himself a nice and cushy home, he'd have to pull his own weight for once.

Okay, he agreed, Yeah, sure, rabbit. I'll just scoot along and -- I'll find one and -- he was on his feet and roaming around like a, well, dingo, seeking some scraps, eager to find some kind of trail. When he did inevitably find some whiff of rabbit his ears perked, and he bolted off through the green. Dingo was so focused on the task already - but called uselessly over his shoulder, BEE ARR BEE!