A mile later into the wild, a bush rustled ahead of Michael, bringing both him and Mila to full alert. Bow taut in his hands, claws ready in hers, they stopped and waited for the creature to appear.
Out from under the branches and the leaves, a small hare poked its head out. Its nose wiggled and cringed as it sniffed about, its small, brown eyes staring at the human before it. For a second it paused, taking in the sight and c*****g its head at the foreign-looking human.
At first the Sergeant laughed, but his Tracker did not. The hare crawled out from under its bush, shaking out its body and stretching its tiny feet. Even from her perch high in the tree, Mila could see the two antlers growing out from in between the creature's long ears.
"Michael, get away from that!" she snapped.
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