Julooke rather liked exploring the forest. There was always some crevice, some cave, some spot, to be explored. Last time, she had found a nice hiding spot inside of a large tree. What would she find today? Her nose told her it might be a meal. She wasn't on the trail, but she could smell it. With steps light as feathers, she made her way forward. A rustling just in front of her made her pause, her eyes trained on the spot. Then, the rabbit darted.

Julooke was after it in a flash, her lithe form carrying her easily between the brush as she maneuvered with the hare. She never seen the male wolf.

The white female was unaware that anyone was hunting nearby, or that her own hunting had sabotaged theirs. Her focus was on the rabbit that was currently trying to escape her. With a dodge, a dart, and a disappearance into a hole, the hunt was over, and Julooke had lost. She came to a slow walk, then stopped, her sides heaving. She knew it would be no good to try and dig the hare out of the hole. It had probably already went out the back door.

She sat back on her haunches, resting a moment before deciding her next move. During her hunt, she had made no attempt to be quiet, so anyone nearby could have heard her, not that she was particularly worried. Her eyes scanned the area, thinking of where she might want to hunt next.

All of a sudden, a rather angry-sounding voice cut through the trees. Julooke's head whipped around, but her eyes didn't see anyone. Thinking maybe someone was in trouble, she slowly made her way from where the voice sounded, her ears perked and swiveling for anymore sounds.

The large white male came into view and she stopped. He looked like he was okay... She wasn't sure if she should say something, but she had to make sure. Are you alright? she asked. Her golden-yellow eyes were wide, showing her worry, and her innocence that she wasn't aware shouldn't be there. She had no idea she had cost him his meal.

The male turned on her, obviously angry that his meal had been lost. Her ears flattened as her body tensed, and scrunched to appear smaller. She meant him no harm, but she wasn't confident he didn't mean harm to her. Fear made her freeze. She opened her maw to answer him, but nothing came out. He kept talking, telling her she would catch his next meal. Julooke wanted nothing more to do with this menacing male, so she certainly wasn't going to hunt for him. Her skills were for her pack. Silently, she shook her head side to side, telling him no.

Fear kept her mute, but instinct told her to run. She turned quickly, too quickly, and stumbled in the brush. It took her a moment to regain her footing, but when she did, she ran. She had no idea what kind of a runner he was, but she knew her own ability. Her fear seemed to only enhance it. Would he chase her? Come after her? What happened if he caught her? The thoughts invaded her head as she did her best to get away from the big, bad wolf. After a few minutes, she slowed, silencing her pawsteps. Her ears flicked back as her head turned to look around. She couldn't see anyone following her. Her sides heaved with her exertion, but it seemed she had gotten away. Turning back towards home, she continued to head in that direction.