Firefly Glen The Clouds Burst

"You give up way too easy.  Screw with them enough, sometimes they freak out and bolt."

Though there was no way for this kid to know, that was very true. Markus' expression shifted from one of slight judgement to that of understanding. In his mind, the effort was truly wasted. Markus would have starved rather than think the rabbit anything but gone in this scenario. He was pessimistic like that and the effort to try and bolt it from it's hole would have, usually, been too much. In the eyes of others, though, the reward was worth it - or at least in the eyes of this kid. He didn't feel the same but he understood.

"Sometimes." He pointed out but there was no mockery or argument left, just a mild undercurrent of exhaustion. "And fair enough."

More pressing was the younger male's answer to Markus's question about the area. Earth shaking? Crazy clouds? What? If he was pointing them out then they obviously weren't normal. That was both good and bad. On one hand, it wouldn't always be like this. One the other, Markus was here now and not later. "No, I didn't notice. I'm new to this place." He shrugged. "I thought it was normal." He looked around them, then, scanning and listening. Perhaps it was a bit too quiet. Maybe he hadn't seen large prey since he'd gotten here. Until that moment, Markus hadn't noticed.

"Your rabbit idea sounds a little more...relevant." He said, refocusing on the grey boy. He just noticed how interestingly patchworked he happened to be. Much, much more interesting than himself - though they shared the same drab color. It looked better on the kid. "Do you think it's still in there?" 

Markus would help him catch it if that were even possible. Or worth it. He wasn't convinced of either.