Wapun Meadow The path ahead

To no surprise, the other wolf does not give up his kill so easily. His hackles raise and he can see the blood stained teeth warning plainly across his face. If Surma can only get him to loosen or drop the kill, he will have the chance to snatch and run, but until then he continues to egg the other on.
 
Surma returns the growl and whips his tail behind him in irritation. It’s the last invitation of conceding he gives and a few seconds later, his legs launch him forward as if they are made of springs. His jaws open wide following a snarl and he aims his mark to grab on part of the rabbit hanging from his mouth, giving the other with few options for reaction.