Rostov’s first battle mirrors the hunt at the halfway point of the novel. But here the hunted is Rostov, not a fox. Yet when we get to the hunt we can sympathize with the feeling the poor animal must have as well as how the dogs felt, too. The thrill and terror of war.
I love how Rostov is incredulous that the French would want to kill him, whom everyone loves. And really, who wouldn’t think this?