Redhawk Caldera [m] Snakes and ladders

The rabbits at the nearby warren were multiplying like, well, bunnies this summer. Peregrine felt like a fox in a hen house or, better yet, a wolf in a sheep's pen as he slew one after the other. He laid out the carcasses, rearranging them by size. Even after he killed his sixth, he didn't stop. This was kind of addictive, actually, and the meat definitely wouldn't go to waste.

He wasn't the only one after rabbit blood, though. As he slunk through the grass, sneaking up on his seventh kill, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Peregrine reacted but he was not quick enough. The snake struck his right foreleg, sinking its fangs deep into his ankle. He snarled and kicked it away, then immediately began licking the two beads of blood that emerged from the puncture wounds.