Stone Circle Sweet Spring

Ujurak followed Sven's gaze. There they are. The rabbits were watchful. Still. So small against the swaying meadow grass. Ujurak ever so slightly tilted his muzzle towards his brother. Turquoise eyes never fully leaving their quarry

Yes. He could envision the plan. They won't know what to do with two sets of jaws from two directions.

Head down, Ujurak carried himself low, allowing the tallest of the meadow grasses to obscure him. He didn't move far from where they stood but he did not want to stand in the last place the rabbits saw them. Once positioned, Ujurak remained motionless.

He was ready.