Fox's Glade like lawyers in a murder case

Spar with @Uki

     In the cresting zenith of noon, the sound of brazen flies and chirping, wild orioles was mellifluous for the beautiful glade of the ever-glorious Sundown Fox. Embry stood a subservient mass of undulating aureate hue; green orbs fluttering in callow delight upon the various mid-day blooms. Colors spilled forth from every ounce of the sweeping expanse, engulfing his mortal being in the divine pleasures of the Rising Sun Valley. Today had been one of rest and contemplation for the growing male, who indeed was in need of the blessed serenity the glade offered.

     Earlier in the morning, he had successfully landed himself the good meat of a small, juvenile hare - one in which he planned to feast upon at the 12-hour mark. It was beneath him to ask for more of nature than the simplicity of an honest loner just scraping by. Indeed, life was not as he had envisioned it to be at this point in time, but sitting in this meadow was certainly not failure,either, in his book.

     Who knows? His mind, the ever-present fiend of an accomplice, rambled on. Maybe I was destined to be here. 

     He furrowed his brow, shifting the limp body of his kill loosely within his paws.
     Or maybe not. He parted his jaws wide and planted the glistening whites of his canines deep within the ebbing warmth of lost vitality. 

     Rabbit... What an odd flavor. It occurred to him that the taste was vageuly reminescent of wolf.