Rusty slowly aims his gun at the rabbit, he squints as he lines up his barrel with the tiny innocent animal.

The ground is covered with snow and he is hiding behind a tree, to shoot the rabbit so he can take it back to his cabin.

His eyes widened as they enter his view and he aims his barrel towards the ground.

Stunned by what’s happening they appeared to be stabbing the rabbit, the blood staining the white frosty snow.

“What are you doing?”

He muttered glancing around the white covered woods and the snow falling until he lowers his rifle to be sure nobody else was here.

But he wondered why they appeared to be a young child eating a rabbit so rabidly, as if that rabbit were the prey.

Rusty was rather upset they took his meal without even hesitating and it was simply annoying him, out of instinct he kicked them off the rabbit and glared at it.

“Damnit.”

He huffed with a certain anger in his voice, instead eyeing the odd child who had killed the rabbit.