HOW HAVE I LEFT THIS ALONE FOR SO LONG!? D:>
Jazper's long sentences made a little sense to Tony, who (still being only two months old) could only partially distinguish complicated things. When his father praised him, Tony positivly glowed with pride; answering in some sort of correct form was a large accomplishment to him. "How d'we hide our smell?" he asked. He didn't think that one could turn off oneself's scent as easily as one flips a lightswitch (although he didn't know what that was either...).
Tony's eyes became filled with fire when Jazper called him Captain--oh how that made him happy!--and when his father crouched down to his level to pat his head. It was a funny-good sort of feeling, being praised. He almost pounced into a funny sort of crouch where his rump was high in the air--tail still going--and his nose almost plowing into the ground. He smelled the rabbits alright, and it made his mouth water, even though he couldn't partake of whole, unchewed meat as of yet. He stalked the ground, creeping along with his father up to the space where the rabbits supposedly were. He had to control himself with an iron will--which was even harder, since such a thing had yet to fully develop in him--to keep from yipping too early. But there! He saw them; a few white rabbits hopping along in some bushes, eating what was left of the brackish greenery in winter. Against the snow Tony was easy to spot, but in the cover of twigs and branches he blended into the similarily brown-black bark (especially since he was so small).
With a pounce using all the strength his little body could muster, Tony leapt into the center of the rabbit group and, yipping now with full abandon, jumped around trying to land one. The rabbits had been so panicked that a few had stumbled in the snow. Being unused to targeting prey, persay, Tony had not done as such and just jumped around. But he was having so much fun! A lucky chance caught him by surprise, letting him land one of his overly-large paws on a rabbit leg, the rabbit itself having run into a tree trunk by accident, dazing it momentarily. Tony did as his instinct urged him to do--although he had no consciousness of it--and went for the throat, although all he could do was squeeze with what strenght he had since his puppy teeth did not yet puncture.
Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.
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