Greyfur and Ashpelt, two wolves with ragged fur and humanoid features, sit slumped against the undulating stomach wall, their ears pinned back and eyes dull with defeat.
"Never thought I'd end up as someone's dinner. Especially not a rabbit’s,"
"At least it wasn’t one of those feral chipmunks. They don't even chew,"
"You know, Greyfur, there’s something poetic about this. All those years chasing rabbits, and now we’re the ones being hunted,"
"If we make it out, I’m switching to vegan. No offense,"
"What do you call a wolf inside a rabbit? A bad decision,"
"I was going to say 'lunch special.' Or maybe 'digestive regret.' Tell me, Ashpelt, you think the rabbit keeps a menu?"
"Hope he at least leaves a good review. 'Tender, with a hint of despair.' Five stars,"
"Ashpelt, if you see my tail in the afterlife, don’t let it get stuck between your teeth,"
"Deal. But only if you promise not to haunt any more rabbits,"
No words are spoken now; only a lingering warmth and the memory of laughter remain as the two wolves finally succumb, becoming part of the rabbit’s satisfied meal.
The Rabbit carves another notch, adding it to the tally of his conquests, his long ears twitching in delight.
"Another hunt, another memory," he murmurs, the satisfied grin never leaving his face as he lopes off into the twilight, leaving the forest quieter than before.
