Bun Alert

After walking through the forest with only the constant drone of the insects around her, the sudden rustling of the bush sounded like it was heralding a massive beast. Jevchosis stepped away from the sound and prepared for battle.

It was almost a letdown when the vicious monster turned out to only come up to her ankle.

Almost.

Had she been just a few seconds later, Jevchosis may have walked by the little lagomorph entirely. Its dull brown coat helped it blend in with the floor of the forest and it was perfectly content to graze near this particular bush. Each delicate nibble betrayed only the slightest of movement, as it had settled into a thick stand of tall grass. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight: Rabbit was one of her favorite bush meats.

There was a reason folks with a high libido were associated with rabbits: This one was surely not the only bun in the vicinity. Its tiny size also suggested it was younger, so its littermates could be nearby. If she was lucky, she could have more than a snack this afternoon.

Catching a rabbit bare-handed was hard, but not entirely impossible. All she had to do was creep closer, hope her luck held, and strike.

(Spending my actions to fight the bun.)