[ He takes it with a nod of thanks. ] Well done.

[ He adds with a wry smile, ] The growling might have been a bit much, however.

[ He ventures further into the woods, the wisps trailing and preceding him, and when there is the soft rustle of movement -- the telltale whisper of leaves and dirt -- Solas again crouches. This time, however, he stalks forward silently, spotting another rabbit in the dark. It notices the wisps of light and tenses, ready to bolt, but Solas extends a hand, reaching into the Fade. He warps reality, shooting out a pulse of force, and the creature dies a quick and painless death.

He returns to Fedora, both rabbits in hand. ] Not quite as flashy as your hunt, I fear. Come -- we should return to your friend.