Golden Glade Could've been the Willie Nelson

Bronco was, for the most part, crouched down as he gazed over the glade, and knew fully well that he had to stay vewy, vewy still if he was to catch a wabbit. He looked from one to the next, and they moved around a bit, making it more difficult for him to pick one out...But then, he supposed- any sort of injury or weakness might be a bit less obvious on a smaller creature. In this case, then, he figured he may as well go for one of the larger creatures- one of the ones whose pelt was healthy, and had already turned completely back to its summer colours- and was waffling back and forth between a couple of them- before he realized that there was a pair of eyes looking straight at him. 

He nearly startled- but he held his composure. It was Wraen- holding perfectly still, though he assumed then that she might have been staring at him for some time simply waiting for him to notice that he was no longer alone on the hunt. He didn't want to use ptero- lest the rabbits see the motions he made, and he also wasn't sure how much ptero Wraen even knew. So he gave her a very slow, barely perceptible nod, and scanned the area until he found what he was looking for. 

A line of bushes formed a thicket, a bramble of branches and leaves so low to the ground that it would make it very difficult for a rabbit to see, if they ran through it. But if one of them hid on one side, and the other chased the rabbits toward the thicket...They could potentially, simply, snag them as they burst through the thicket on the other side before they even realized they were running right toward an enemy. He brought his gaze back to Wraen, and intently stared at her for a moment, to convey with the sharpness of his gaze that he had a plan. He then looked from her to the thicket- and back again, a few times, hoping she might understand what he was saying. That thicket could be the key to their plan- and he wanted to take advantage of it.