Firefly Glen The Clouds Burst

Markus looked where he was pointed and he did, actually, notice an off colored cloud in the distance. He might have felt it strange if he'd ever once done more than scan the horizon but as it were, he'd never even known. He found it unusual but not exactly threatening. The younger male said that it brought "stuff" with it when the wind blew it in this direction. He wondered what "stuff" was. Markus was also unaccustomed to the effects of active volcanoes or the existence of volcanic ash so he was of no use for information. He just shrugged along.  

"Uh huh.  It's got all the packs bent out of whack, too. They're getting all pissed at other people just existing, now."

That was much more concerning. He remembered his experience on the border of whatever that mountain pack he'd visited had been called. They hadn't gone for him but the pale female had been a good distraction. If she hadn't been there, who knows. The tension was obviously high, regardless, and Markus thought the dark female very quick to anger. Originally, he had assumed a personality issue. Maybe that wasn't exactly the case but somehow, he found it a little difficult to give her the benefit of the doubt. Markus chuffed out a short, biting laugh - he supposed he did know a little something about that part, at least. 

He didn't bring that up just then, however. They were shifting to the task at hand - the damn rabbit. Markus watched the boy - well, boy-ish - scan the general area that may or may not contain more tunnels for the hopeful meal. He didn't expect him to end staring back at Markus and the older male got a good look at his face while he spoke. His eyes were weird - like he was painted but not finished. Whoever the artist was only got the one eye done before the pup was pulled into the world of the living and he was forced to start painting someone else. It was...curious...but not necessarily bad. Markus didn't have much time to dwell, though - he was being given a task.

He got the gist of it, though he'd missed the finer points in his inner ponderings. "Sure. I'm Markus - what do I call you?" He said it over his shoulder as turned obediently and trotted at a pace ever slightly faster than his usual turtle-speed. His nose bent low, he huffed along the ground, using his eyes to scan. He still wasn't convinced and likely wouldn't be until the thing was dead, eaten and digesting - if it got that far. He wove around a bush - likely too many roots - and back toward the kid when he both saw and smelled the bolt hole. He froze instinctually, staring at it with rapt hunter’s attention, before he alerted his company. "Yeah. Pretty sure this is one." Now found, his instincts told him to watch the entrance as if his very being depended upon it but, instead, he looked back up at the kid. 

He really hoped he had a plan because Markus was hardly creative enough for this. Besides, it was the kid's rabbit, anyway.