"It did to me," said Bunny. "It would have saved you that anyway."
"But you'd have killed the hare," she said.
"Not if he hadn't been damaged," he said. "I'm not a brute. I don't kill for the sake of killing."
She looked incredulous. "Most men do. Don't you hunt? Don't you shoot?"
"Oh, you're talking of sport!" said Bunny.
"Yes, it's called sport," said Toby, an odd little vibration in her voice. "It's just a name for killing things, isn't it?"
Bunny considered the matter. "No, that's not fair," he decided. "Sport is sport. But I prefer to walk up my game and I never countenance digging out a fox. That's sport."
"There are very few sportsmen in the world," said Toby.
"Oh, I don't know. Anyway, I hope I'm one of 'em. I try to be," said
Bunny.
She gave him a quick look. "I think you are. And so is Jake."