Bejewelled Hare by Charles Avery - inspiration
They called off the dogs in a swirl of hooves and snarls. The hare’s neck and belly were torn. One hound slunk away, gnawing, from the broken sack of naked leverets that spilled out onto the grass.
Bending over the body to disguise his grimace, the hunter caught a glint of something, bent closer. Around the hare’s foreleg, above the paw, was a ring heavy with diamonds.
He heard the voice call from deep memory. A bejewelled hare, she had said. He had smiled, not believing. Follow the bejewelled hare, and find your fortune there. The hunter sank to his knees.