[He follows her for a while, patiently closing the gap between them without giving himself away. He sneaks up behind her, matching her footsteps so it still sounds like one person, and unsheaths his knife. He could stab her, sure, but that wasn't his style. Never had been.

Instead, reaches out and cuts one hare free. He'd take the second, but she'd definitely feel the change in weight. Even taking one was a risk, so he immediately heads up the nearest tree and pulls the blanket around himself to try to hide from her.]