The disturbance was much quieter this time; the rabbit's hind legs trembled helplessly on the ground after being kicked, quickly going silent.
A death kick, another death kick.
Seeing the rabbit kicked to death, Lin Yang ran over with large steps.
The distance he chased this time was a good seventy or eighty meters. By the time he got close, the fur on the rabbit's head had been plucked bald in patches, and Little White, with its hooked beak and serrated mouth, soon tore a bloody wound open.
Considering it was Little White's first rabbit caught hunting independently, Lin Yang didn't swap the prey for a lure immediately but squatted about a meter away, allowing Little White to feed.
Many predators begin eating their catch from the head, and Little White was no exception. There wasn't much meat on the rabbit's head, and Lin Yang wasn't worried it would become full too quickly.
