Sequoia Coast ulysses

He feels a bit like a hairy Lurch..!

Breakfast exploded into the open like feathers out of a punched pillow. Its rabbit population really was stupid. Kovacs couldn't work out why - hereditary retardation, perhaps, or blindness. Unbeknownst to Wip, he had spent the better part of a day observing their quarry before suggesting an attack, noting the animals' daring behaviour and strange movements - like they were compensating for something. When he charged, they scattered as any sensible rabbit might, but that was the extent of their intelligence - several stumbled into the light and the waiting jaws of his fleet-footed companion. She finished them off whilst their luckier relatives regained their bearings and disappeared.

Kovacs watched from the treeline, catching his breath. When breakfast was served, he lumbered up to the bloody pile and sat down heavily opposite his partner. "Well I’ll be damned. Good job," the whippet-like female chirped. Kovacs grunted something unintelligible in response and grabbed at part of her catch when it was offered to him.

They ate in silence, and parted ways.