Stavanger Bay Food For Thought

Despite that she had been flushing them out. Amalia managed to dispatch one who had a wounded footpaw. She rushed forward teeth sinking into it's neck. One thrash and it hung motionless. She carried her prize to add to the pile. There were at least two more left.

Once she had deposited the lame one. She spoke softly. I'll do one more sweep, and see if more come out

She bent low and with deep even breathing she pushed into the underbrush. A growl resounding as one more fat rabbit leapt from beneath. She hot on it's heels.