Herbalists' Cache Bury The Hatchet

He was close now. Way closer than he thought he'd get. Then a foul smell hit him, and shortly after, he noticed why the rabbit hadn't bolted. It's back leg was gnarled, bleeding, and the smell indicated some sort of infection. He'd be doing this thing a service by killing it--which he did, quickly. He lunged at it, and it finally did notice. It's escape attempt was feeble. It seemed to try running, but only stumbled. Pepper caught it by the neck and bit down a few times, working it into his back teeth before feeling the neck crunch. 

It gave a few more squeaks, and it's frantic movement slowed. Pepper dropped it, but it's tiny chest continued to rise and fall quickly. Though it didn't last long. The smell was awful, but it seemed localized enough to make the rest of it edible. 

"Looks like somethin' got to it before us," he said, turning to face Phobos.