Zacharie needed no further encouragement. Little tail wagging like a bird in flight, he pounced on the rabbit and...

Fur! So much fur. Sharp little teeth tugged and short snout thrashed. More fur! He licked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, growling as he spit soft fuzz out covered in puppy-drool.

Where was the meat! Where was his delicious viande! Zeek was sure he could smell it, under the fluff.

He dug at the dead beast with his paws, barking angrily as if the rabbit might skin itself in apology for inconveniencing him. When that didn't work, it was time for more extreme measures:

Papaaaaaa! The pup wailed, like it was Jaxxon's fault and responsibility to fix.