Firefly Glen The Clouds Burst

He watched the wolf dig, shoveling snow. Markus was careful to avoid being in the line of fire. He was gritty and dirty enough, already. 

"Uh.  Do you not hunt rabbits?  These things always have another entrance.  If you just hunt deer, good luck. You'll need it."

What did that mean? Was he referring to the weird vibe this place had? Was there something to that? Markus had just assumed the lack of prey and the foreboding was normal for this place, at least with winter on the way. Huh. But back to the rabbit thing. It wasn’t important. It really wasn’t. Markus should just leave the stranger to his bunny adventures - why did he feel the need to argue, anyway? 

When the boy proclaimed "Ha!" Markus rolled his eyes pointedly. There was still no rabbit, damnit.

He should leave and the stranger said as much but Markus felt he needed to justify himself. He wasn't an idiot and he didn't just hunt deer. "There is no rabbit, though." He pointed out blandly. "It'll just bolt to a different part of the tunnel...or whatever. Then you've been sitting here, digging at this thing, making all sorts of noise. If it goes underground, it's gone. Just is." He shrugged. Why was he insistent on discussing the art of catching a stupid bunny? It was the principal of it, he thought. Of course he'd hunted rabbits. He'd hunted loads of rabbits. How dare this kid assume he didn’t hunt rabbits or did it poorly when he was digging in the snow after a rabbit that he still hadn’t caught!

"And what do you mean? 'Good luck with the deer'? Winter that bad around here?" He mumbled as something of an afterthought. Winter probably was that bad around here. He was an idiot for hanging around instead of heading over the mountains like he should be.