Firefly Glen The Clouds Burst

Markus lay lazily in the snow, annoyed at the dusting he had received last night despite his best efforts to hide from the ill weather. He should have gone under gound - would have if it were not cold and gross and uncomfortable to dig through. Now he was awake and waiting for the sun - damp and irritated and trying very hard not to think of how much potential mud and debris and whatever else probably clung to his pelt. He hated this. More than anything, really.

His ears perked up as a rabbit lopped easily along, oblivious to the wolf who lay very still and very uncomfortable not too far from the foolish thing. Markus watched with rapt attention as it moved along at a fairly slow pace, with intent but without rush. An easy, unsuspecting catch. Slowly, Markus unfolded his legs and rose to his feet, his muscles bunching, never taking his eyes off of the meal and - 

It slipped into a burrow that had been obscured to him by distance and perspective. Gone. He was positioned awkwardly, halfway to his feet and still bent at the elbows when it disappeared. He stayed like that for a few seconds more, waiting for the rabbit to return from its hole. It did not. He lay back down with a thump, likely ensuring the bunny stayed below ground now, and went back to his moping. He really did hate this.
 
 He did not know how long he stared at nothing and felt irritable until the boy showed up. Well...boy wasn't quite true. He was an adult. Sort of.

Again Markus raised his head and this time cocked it slightly to one side. The wolf followed the trail of that rabbit - long gone if you asked Markus but he would have said that about anything - and stopped some distance from the burrow. He appeared to contemplate before he started out in a circle and after a moment, the older wolf realized that the other's trajectory would bring them together if he kept going. He didn't, though - instead, the boy began to dig. Markus snorted and rolled his eyes. What did the kid expect? To find the exact spot he needed to burst through the ground right on top of the little bunny? Or that the thing wouldn’t simply relocate even if he was some kind of bunny-dowsing magician? Psh.

Against his better judgement - and without much thought at all, really - Markus got to his feet and trotted over casually He stood by for a moment, not too close - he was a fan of personal space, himself. Then, he spoke and to his credit it was with only a hint of sarcasm and tease in his tone - "Got some kind of psychic bunny-sense? Because otherwise...not sure what you're doing, guy."