Marx's frame froze, ears pricked and swiveled in the direction of a small voice. Being a prey animal, and as many predators he had ran into today, he ought to know better than to be attracted to strange noises, but what the hell. He was curious, and the sound was tiny. The craibou shook his skull and flicked his ears, before moving over into the direction of the noise.
BUshes. Ughh, he hated bushes. But once he managed to muscle his way through them, his frame froze, and his bright green orbs locked on the little mammal that sat in front of him. With a roll of his eyes and a bored sigh. Let me get this straight. I, uh, wrestled bushes and risked my life just to come upon a... RABBIT? He hissed, and waited for the tiny thing to answer.