Verdigris Ravine when i cut a belly open to find what climb out

He jousted with the hare's foot sticking straight out. He gripped it tight, then threw it in the air and tried to catch it—once, twice, then the third time he failed and it landed softly in the sand. He dove for it after that, his forearms a vee, and chuffed down at it like it might talk back—or maybe with enough jostling he could summon some life to that leg, and it would go bounding off with him chasing it.

Around this time something dark moved in his periphery, and he took a definitive step over the hare's leg to show his possession of it. His tail puffed as it lifted, although he did not arc it over his back; and when he saw the dark shape was a canine Drusk had a decision to make. Did he hold fast to his prize, or chase this living thing?

It looked small at first glance—if he could be compared to a lion, this was a house cat. A fat one. It wasn't much of a decision in the end. The boy forgot about the hare's leg and launched himself in to a run, focused solely on that plump creature, with the intent to eat well.