Before Arvens could say anything else, the rabbit was gone in a flash. Rustling came from the direction opposite. Arvens sniffed the air once again. Nothing but the scent of the rabbit. If there are any elil out there, the damned rabbit led them right here! he thought, angrily. But there still remained no signs of elil. Rustling yes, but anything could cause that. Wind, other creatures of the night.
Arvens laid perfectly still once again, watching the brush to his right, seeing if anything was indeed there. Then a paw poked out, then another, and finally a head. What Arvens saw was shocking. Damn it all to Inle! he cursed to himself, there really was a weasel about. How had he missed it?
Moving out of the burrow would offer a chance for him to drive it away, but would also leave him very exposed. Then again, if he tried to fight it off here, he might scratch up Rankin, still snoozing behind him. He didn't feel like hurting an ally so decided to go after the weasel. Element of surprise ought to scare it off for no predator wanted to put up a fight with a healthy rabbit. Arvens tensed momentarily, and bolted out of the scrape, back legs pushed against Rankin for a quick burst of speed. The weasel suddenly saw a blur and it to ran off, unsure of what was hunting it. Arvens had not needed to even law a paw on the predator having spooked the animal away, but it would return, that was for certain now. He quickly hurried back to the scrape.