Firefly Glen The Clouds Burst

ooc; Oh, nice. I like the dice roll thing - I'm not used to that in RPG! Also, sorry for the late reply. I meant to do it yesterday but ended up passing out. Haha, whoops....


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Mal. Simple and to the point - easy to remember and easy to forget, too. It was the distinct look of the kid - of Mal - that would keep him in Markus' memory, though. He wouldn't forget him. 

He watched Mal with some intent as he shuffled and dug around another hole, trying to bolt the quarry. Perhaps he was privileged because Markus had never had a need to go to such extent for a meal. If one proved to be a pain, as this one was, he simply moved on to the next. If Mal wasn't lying - any why should he be? - that might not be an option for Markus anymore. He would have to be more keen on what came to him, whether it ran and hid or not. It was best to learn and that was what he tried to do as he watched Mal shove a foreleg into the hole and scrabble. It was kind of funny looking but he didn't tell the mottled male that.

Markus looked back down at his hole and stuck his muzzle into it. Indeed, it did smell like rabbit in there. Big surprise. Tentatively, he scratched at the entrance, widening it. Casting another glance at Mal, he walked a few paces away, head low and listening. He began to dig in earnest after a few feet, fairly certain that the tunnel was still underneath him. He broke through the earth slowly at first but soon, growing annoyed with how much time he was taking, Markus reared and slammed his weight down on his forepaws hoping to break through or drive whatever may be down there, out.