Yarra's long tail lashed out behind him irritably as he knelt on the earth on his hands and knees, peering intently down a hole in an earthen river bank. In that position, and with the intensity of his stare and his swishing tail, he kind of resembled a cat that had cornered a mouse. Kind of. Unless you counted the fact that he was humanoid in shape and a good six feet tall with smooth, pale red skin, a long, powerful tail that resembled a dragon's--even if it was devoid of scales, though it did have dark red stripes that continued all the way up his back--and some rather lethal-looking feet that were also draconic in shape and design, each toe ending in a sharp, hooked claw. His hands had claws as well, also black, and they were currently curled into the soil in his frustration.
No, he was no cat. He was a full grown Drygan, a proud and noble creature--and he was staring into some small animal's burrow.
"C'mon, you stupid bunny..." he growled softly, shuffling forward on his knees so he could bend down so his face was level with the burrow. But all he could see was darkness. The burrow was deep. Exhaling through his teeth, which made a hissing sound, he lifted a hand and reached into the burrow as far as his arm would go, which wasn't very far; it hit a wall, and after some feeling around, he realized the tunnel broke off into two tunnels heading in different directions. Growling again, he withdrew his hand and sat back on his ankles, brushing some orange bangs out of his face and smudging some dirt across his forehead in the process. The rest of his hair was tied back in a thick braid that reached the middle of his back, a stripe of white streaking his hair on both sides.
For a few moments he was silent as he appraised the situation, and for another moment he considered just giving up and setting the snare back up again in another location--only new and improved, you know, something that would actually catch and hold the unlucky critter this time. But then as he sat there his stomach gave a loud rumble and he winced at the sound. No. He had the rabbit cornered, and he was not going to let some stupid bunny outwit him! He was a Drygan! A big, tough predator! He would never be able to live it down if some rodent defeated him!
That decided, he rose to his feet, bent his knees--and promptly started to dig with his hands, sending dirt and unlucky plants flying out behind him through his legs and into the river behind him. His sharp claws sliced through the soil, making easy work of it, and whereas a human's hands might have cracked and bled, his skin was tough enough to handle it. All the while he grumbled as he worked though he sorely anticipated the moment when his claws would finally strike something soft and fluffy and fleshy, that stupid bunny that thought it was just so smart. Hah! It should know better than to mess with Yarra!
Then, suddenly, he heard something, his long, pointed ears picking up the sounds of scrabbling and rustling bushes somewhere over the bank. Instantly Yarra froze, even his tail went rigid and motionless as his yellow eyes stared up toward the top of the bank.
And there he saw it. The rabbit. The same fluffy brown bunny that had evaded him as it popped out the emergency exit of its burrow at the top of the bank. That brat!
With a snarl of rage, Yarra launched himself up the bank in one inhuman motion, tail lashing to balance him and hands forward and ready to grab the creature--which leaped nimbly out of the way.
Yarra hit the side of the bank hard, but he was a little short of the top, and try as he might to scrabble at the earth and pull himself up, the soil was moist and slippery. His claws slid uselessly through the mud and, with a yelp, he fell backwards and tumbled back down the bank.
And right into the river.
He resurfaced quickly, sputtering and spitting out water, for a few seconds too shocked by the chilly water to remember what he'd just done and how he'd ended up here, but once he'd stopped coughing and had parted the curtain of wet bangs that flopped over his eyes it all sank in.
"...Stupid bunny..." he muttered, and then, when he remembered he had no spare clothes but the vest and pants he was wearing, he amended, "Stupid me."
On the bright side, at least no one had been around to see that.
