Golden Glade Could've been the Willie Nelson

He held onto the rabbit for a few moments after he'd caught it, having been taught to do so after having lost previous catches after letting them go as soon as they went limp. He wouldn't lose another catch to the old technique of 'playing dead,' so he kept the rabbit ensnared in his jaws as he lifted his head to look for Wraen. Over the grey-beige fluff of the rabbit, he saw his Sovereign, and huffed a soft sigh when he saw that she had not been successful. Perhaps he should have done a better job of herding the rabbits directly toward the thicket, and maybe he should have pursued them a bit further to make sure they were driven toward her. But at the end of the day, at least something had been caught. 

So while he did feel a bit discouraged by the fact that his plan hadn't worked out 100% in their favour, he was pleaed to have caught something at least, and was still cheeky and childish enough to flaunt his success as soon as he caught Wraen's eye. He held the rabbit up high and grinned, high-stepping as he proudly touted his catch, giving his Sovereign a very coy side-eye as he huffed- making absolutely certain that she'd noticed that he'd been successful.