Golden Glade Could've been the Willie Nelson

While he'd been prepared to make a move himself, and circle around the thicket, he could see the slate-grey of Wraen's pelt slip out of sight in the right direction, so he assumed that she'd both gotten the message, and had gone to find a place to hunker down and wait. He licked his lips while he waited, as he inevitably started drooling. This would be a piece of cake, he thought. All he had to do was spook them in the right direction- and then Wraen could snatch a meal before they even knew they were headed into her dangerous waiting spot. 

He gathered himself, crouching and readying his muscles before he leapt forward and zoomed toward the rabbits. In a mad dash, they fled in all directions- so he zig-zagged as he approached, sending at least a couple rabbits off into the thicket where he hoped Wraen was waiting. Only one rabbit took a moment to thump the ground with its hind foot- and the hesitation, warning its bretheren, ended up costing it a moment of time which Bronco used to his advantage. Alerted to the hare's position, he bee-lined for the creature and after a few sharp turns and nearly going arse-over-tea-kettle, Bronco swept a paw forward, knocking the fleeing creature's feet out from under it, and into his embrace.