Cricket Creek Bog dude, that story can go anywhere.

He argued that her suggestion made no sense. Sugar stayed silent a beat, trying to form a solider argument. Perhaps if she reminded him that it was good hunting practice, he would be more open-minded about it? Her lips parted as she prepared to pitch this to him, when a flash of brown caught her attention.

The rabbit had loosed itself and now darted past them, moving quickly, yet not as rapidly as hares usually did. Weighed down with mud and quite likely exhausted, it chose the lesser evil by passing closely to the wolf pups rather than risk going deeper into the bog.