Charlie the hare heard the loud sound of the microphone come on, then several words were spoken, but his adrenaline was rushing, so that m,ade it hard for him to understand much of what was actually being said, All he heard was a large barking, and his eyes grew wide, his ears shot up, and he lurched forward, or tried to do all of these things, and would have succeeded, if he hadn't been picked up, gently but firmly, and held tightly by a warm presence. Unfortunately the dogs had caught up with them, and his prey instincts kicked in, he tried to escape the warm hands, but as he was held closer he could feel a bit of his humanity coming back, and his mind cleared long enough to think that he was safe in these arms. He wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but he knew that nearby there was danger, the kind with fangs that ripped and jaws that slathered, minds that worked as a team, and voices that were harsh and unforgiving. His heart thumped faster and faster, he hoped that it wouldn't explode, though to be honest, that was lower on his list of hopes than was not being torn to pieces.