The air was fridgid, and seem to still be dropping. Wolfe flexed his muscles attempting to draw blood to his stiffening areas. Hirsch was prone along with Wolfe overlooking the castle. It had been half an hour or so since anything had come over the radio. The sun will be setting soon, Wolfe wasn't sure about the rest of the team, but he made sure Hirsch and himself "tactically requisitioned" two sets of NVGs from the quatermaster. Wolfe distracted the quarter master and Hirsch snuck in and "acquired" the necessary equipment, and batteries. Hirsch may be many things, he is nothing else but methodical.

Hirsch sat staring down his optic on his SAW, looking from point of cover to point of cover.
Nothing, just like the last time, nothing.
'fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, why do I always get stuck on perimeter detail!' he thought to himself. He raised his head and sieghed as he stretched his neck.
As he was going to reshoulder his weapon he felt something sliding up his leg, he looked down. He smiled wide-
"Bunny!" he said as he began to reach for the rabbits head.

***(10 seconds earlier)***

Wolfe thought he caught some movement out in the distance, but the snow blowing around made it difficult to determine what it was. Wolfe was just about to raise his monocular when Hirsch exclaimed-
"Bunny!"
Hirsch reached for it, just then Wolfe got a sharp feeling that ran from his gut up to his neck, as the rabbits ears began to vibrate, as Hirsch got a closer look at the rabbit, which was not a rabbit but some unholy rabbit snake creature from hell.
"The fuck?-" Hirsch said before the creature suddenly jerked back and snapped its jaws wide showing a wide range of sharp, and pointy teeth. It hissed/screamed at Hirsch before it lunged at him.
"Jesus Christ! RUN AWAY!" he yelled as he threw his arm over his face, the creature sank its teeth into Hirsch's forearm and hand and began to jerk violently, while snapping its jaws for his face and neck.
Wolfe scrambled over and grabbed the creature at its mid section only to snatch his hand away with a snarl, blood began soaking through Wolfes glove almost immediately. Gritting his teeth in anger more than anything else he grabbed the snake like rabbit below its paws and pulled back, while Hirsch who already had his knife free; cut the creatures head off at the neck and yanked the severed head off his forearm, in a fit of rage he threw the head off the cliff and yelled at the corpse.

"Shoulda made that left at Albuquerque mother fucker!" 

Then he recoiled in pain, along with Wolfe. Hirsch had a nasty gash on his forearm and bottom right portion of his left hand. After removing his glove and wiping off the blood in the snow, he inspected his hand, which began to bleed immediately after he wiped it clean, but he did notice the blood seeping from tiny holes on his hand. Wolfe wrapped his left hand tight with bandages, and secured a tourniquet an inch and a half above his elbow to stem the bleeding, he helped Hirsch do the same.

"What in the wild FUCK was that thing?" Hirsch wondered aloud. 

"No idea, looked like a snake, and a rabbit." Wolfe guessed.

"I fucking hate snakes!" Hirsch yelled.

"Calm down, your gonna need stitches but you'll be fine." Wolfe said as he finished wrapping Hirsch's arm.

"Can you carry your gat?" Wolfe asked. 

Standing up a bit slow, Hirsch winced in pain as he shouldered his weapon. He placed the weapon the ground, it's bipods extended so it remained up right.  He grabbed more gauze from his IFAK and began wrapping his hand more, then took out some duct tape and wrapped his hand again. He then hefted the 24lbs weapon, and nodded.

"Yea... I'm good to go," he said finally.

Wolfe was impressed with Hirsch's first aide skills and did the same with more gauze and duct tape, surprisingly holding his rifle felt better now that his hand had more gauze and duct tape for protection. Not a permanent fix but a good temporary.
They both moved to investigate the corpse, using his knife, Wolfe lifted the scales on the body, it was if they were tiny needles, and they were sharp! 
Hirsch shuddered, he had a legitimate fear of snakes.

"What bullshit James Cameron Monty Python twisted movie am I fucking in?! Huh?-oof" Hirsch was kicked in the butt and pushed to the ground.

"Stow it marine, get you shit toghether, I'm getting a bad feeling again," As Wolfe finished the radio crackled to life.

"Ember Star to Alpha. Possible movement on our twelve. Can you confirm?"

It was the other operator, Natasha, Wolfe was impressed he couldn't spot her in her area. She seemed locked on and extremely capable. Remembering the movment Wolfe pulled up his monocular, and zoomed in. Sure enough movement ahead, just below the castle and beyond its northern perimeter. His gut feeling kicked off again, It looked like a dog...with six legs, but it wasn't the creature that concerned him, Wolfe noticed many more of those rabbit snake creatures attacking or moving aggressively toward it. 

"Copy Ember Star, I have eyes on a creature not of this world, break," he let go of the mic for second and bit his lip, Wolfe always had a soft spot for animals, no matter what they looked like, and he hated seeing things suffer, and right now, he was fairly motivated into hating the cute widdle snake rabbit monsters from hell.
He looked to Hirsch who seemed to be on the same page.

"Let's go fuck start Bugs's mutant family" Hirsch said through clenched teeth.

Wolfe picked the mic back up, "Moving to reinforce the target," he said and then put the mic away. 

"Let's rock," Wolfe said as they both kicked off the hill. For the first three hundred meters down the slope they half ran and half slid down the snow embankment. Once to ground level they broke into a sprint, Wolfe slightly ahead of Hirsch. In reality Hirsch was a faster runner in both terms of speed and endurance than Wolfe, however Hirsch was also carrying more weight than Wolfe making him a bit slower.
The creature happened to be 600 meters from where Wolfe and Hirsch had been located, but due to the high winds and the light snow blowing making out detail at more than one hundred meters almost impossible.
The two marines made the trek in just over four minutes, by the time they got there, the creature was under full assault by the snake creatures.
Wolfe attached his bayonet to his M4 while Hirsch pulled his own eight inch blade out, with his weapon slung over his back. 
Running up Wolfe stepped on the tail of one snabbit(snake/rabbit) and jammed his bayonet through its head. Hirsch picked one up by the face, keeping its jaws from opening while he slammed it against a rock repeatedly until it stopped moving.
A Snabbit tried to jump for Wolfes neck but was knocked away by the butt of his weapon, teeth and blood flew with it, however another almost sank its jaws into his right shoulder. Grabbing the point of its tail he threw it to the ground, shouldered his m4 and fired five rounds. The damn things were agile, only two rounds struck the creature, but was more than enough to put it down.
The large monster began defending itself with more fervor, for every snabbit the monster shook off Wolfe and Hirsch killed it, either with bludgeoning or stabbing, slashing, and hacking. 
The numbers thinned out, but Wolfe got a strong feeling up his spine, when he looked northwest he got a stronger feeling, he focused throgh the blowing snow...
There! He saw it, it appeared to be the opening to a burrow, and more snabbits we're beging to burrow their way out. 
Seizing the moment, while Hirsch and the monster killed the last of the snabbits near them, Wolfe removed his bayonet and loaded a 40mm high explosive dual purpose round into his M203 on the belly of his M4. Flipping his leaf sight he estimated the range, flipped off the safety, and squeezed the trigger.
THUNK!
It flew for a couple of second before impacting with a thud directly into the snabbit hole.
Hirsch cheered.
"Yea! It's wabbit season biotch!"

Their attention was immediately turned to the large animal behind them, it looked like a cross between a dog, a lion, had horns, weird sets of eyes, on the side of its head and tongue. 

"Shit man I hope we didn't make a mistake," Hirsch said slinging his gun back around. 

Wolfe had his rifle at the ready, not directly pointing his muzzle at the creature but it wouldn't take but a twitch for Wolfe to let loose a round or two accurately. 
Wolfe did not have any gut feeling when he regarded the creature, it didn't seem to be outright hostile.
Wolfe got a sense for inteligent sentience from the creature. Slowly he lowered his gun, and held a hand up, universal sign of "no threat". Wolfe and Hirsch waited tensley for the creatures response.