((Again, I apologize because I went on a SLF outing at my school.))
Felix jolted awake as a loud bang echoed through the forest. His heart pounded fearfully as he snapped his attention around. His narrowed his eyes, before slowly rising to his paws. Pricking his ears, he tasted the air, and realized that it must be some unfortunate piece of prey which got shot.
Felix flicked his tail uneasily as he turned and kneaded down on the shoreline, giving the fresh lake a few laps of water. He hauled himself to his paws and padded towards the thickest growth of the forest, hoping to search for prey.
Eyeing some tracks on the ground, he bent down to give them a deep sniff.
Rabbit.
Following to trail, it led him towards a small desert were only a few shrubs and bushes were growing. Tasting the air again, he let out a growl.
The same human--who had confronted him at the fire--had been here. Jerking his gaze, he noticed fresh blood pooled on the ground. Peering at it, he realized that this must have been the unlucky rabbit which had gotten shot by the stick.
Snorting, Felix turned and trotted back to the shore, uninterested in which what the human had caught. He was surprised that a human could actually hunt, since he couldn't see anything harmful about the human--no claws, no fangs, no venom. But the stick was the most dangerous weapon a human could ever hold--a stick that could shoot a object far away.
Sighing, he once lay back down on the shore and closed his eyes, hoping for a peaceful rest.