Methos raised an eyebrow when John copied the sound, giving him a questioning look when he looked up. "Yes. I had been in the middle of dinner when he decided to try to get into the hutch."
A hutch which held the local equivalent of rabbits, which Methos hoped wouldn't die of fright over the winter before he fed them to his pet.
The beast let out a brief, ear-piercing shriek, the sound almost joyful, lunging out to the end of the leash again, hunting down the road for something to eat. Methos winced at the sound, but he was glad it had, at least, decided that John wasn't food.