He sensed the thing, but he could not reason it.

And he was filled with a strange and foreboding fear.
He went down again to hunt.

Under the glory of the moon and stars it had been a wild night of carnival for the rabbits, and in the edge of the timber Miki found the snow beaten hard in places with their tracks.
It was not difficult for him to stalk his breakfast this morning.

He made his kill, and feasted.

He killed again after that, and still again.