As he walked faster and faster, he heard a movement and stopped.
He was still within sight of all the others, and they must have seen him stop so suddenly because they stopped talking.
He closed his eyes to listen, to confirm whether the sound he was hearing was truly from the left, or it was just an echo carried by the wind.
It was indeed from the left.
He heard the scratching sound and then very low squeaks.
He raised his gun high, and just as the brown fur flashed, he fired. It fell immediately without a struggle and lay so still he wondered if it really died.
He hurried towards it as he heard the others behind running up to him.
Atlas moved forward and leaned down to stare at the bloodied hare. “That was one clean shot.”
“Which of us are you leaving this for?” Declan asked.
