Firefly Glen [PHE] silver swords

"ah, good job, man!" ancelin exulted. he had stopped to pant; now he congratulated the success of the boy with several waves of his tail. "okay, now bite it again. kill it. it'll kick and get away," he cautioned.
as delicate as rabbits were, the animals were not subdued with a great deal of ease initially. he guarded the potential second race from happening, eyes fixed on the pair while he waited for the kid to dispatch his meal.