Skrik was fortunate.  His method of searching paid off.  But, it wasn’t ideal.  He held very still and observed the situation and his prey.  The path was heavily shadowed which gave him an advantage by making him harder to see.  However, it was very narrow and that meant he only had one path he could follow without certainly alerting his prey.  Then again, he could smell the horned rabbit.  The wind was not strong but it was from the rabbit’s direction which meant that the rabbit couldn’t smell him.

Everything would come down to stealth and speed.  But, Skrik didn’t like relying on that when he had yet to see how fast this beast could move.  He could tell it’s primary method of motion was a forward jump and knew that its horn was its strongest obvious weapon.  However, he also spotted claws on its feet.  They weren’t as dangerous as the horn but they were a factor.  The horned rabbit was clearly able to scamper and evade with sudden changes in direction and it was small enough to dodge right through the bushes that lined this trail.

He would only have one chance to get this right.  He looked at himself again in his mind.  He had reach and he knew he could be quiet.  He had his poisoned knife.  But, landing a knife strike would be difficult without alerting the rabbit.  He had to guarantee the poison would get into the rabbit.  That would give him a real chance to kill it efficiently.

He also had sharp teeth and sharp nails, almost claws now that he could compare the two structures.

He didn’t dare poison his teeth, that wouldn’t be… helpful.  But, he should be able to apply poison on his nails.  He silently moved his free hand back to where his store of numbing bark was and slipped his fingers inside, pressing them into the pulpy material until he could feel them become slick with the numbing oil.  With his free hand poisoned and his knife ready, Skrik took an extra moment to observe the distance between him and the rabbit.  He noted every twig and leaf on the path, anything that could make noise, and slowed his breathing to make it quieter.

Then he moved, as smoothly and as silently as he could, until he was close enough to catch the horned rabbit in mid-hop.  He knew that it would probably move the instant after he did so he planned his strike to control its decisions.  He lashed forward with his knife, aiming for the rabbit’s right-rear leg.  However, he would simultaneously lunge forward with his left arm to grasp the rabbit’s body, just below the neck, with his poisoned nails as it hopped to the left, into an available open space from which it could even more easily escape.  His nails were sharp enough to pierce its skin and he planned to poison it even as he pinned it for a killing blow from his knife to the area just below the head.

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