Moonspear maybe in time

The shade prowled around the group of rabbits. He made sure to give them space so as not to alert them prematurely. He didn’t want to disappoint his younger brother after giving him the hope of catching his own snack. Atlas remembered well enough how exciting it was to hunker down in the undergrowth in search of a prize. More than this, he could recall with crystal clarity the feeling of satisfaction when he had brought down his first catch. The shade wanted to offer the same discovery to Altair if he could help it.
 
When he had circled around the small warren of rabbits, Atlas positioned himself so that he might spring from the brush and drive the animals toward his younger brother. When he had waited long enough for the targets to begin mulling around with items on the ground, the shade jetted from his hiding position and watched as the springy creatures took flight. The hunter’s fire burned in his gaze as he watched them leap toward Altair.