Shadowwyn Moor Spark Plug

Nothing felt better than a breeze in his fur, and the thrill of a chase only enhanced such a feeling. A grin crossing his muzzle, he barely felt his paws hit the ground as he followed the poor rabbit he'd chosen as his victim.

Beau was sure that there were more efficient ways to grab his dinner, however none of them were quite this fun. Maybe it was wrong to be taking so much pleasure in what was likely a terrifying experience for the other animal involved, however it would be dead soon enough if he had his way. The dead couldn't feel much of anything as far as he knew.

She'd never been much moved by the thrill of the hunt. Perhaps, Manea considered as she watched the wolf hunt, that was why she remained so thin; a wisp of a creature, scarcely there at all. So scarce that she didn't really feel all there.

The wraith settled silently in the grass, indigo eyes following the man and his rabbit. Her nose twitched in anticipation. Soon the scent of blood would choke the air. Manea wondered if the man would notice her at all past the carnage.

The rabbit now in reach, Beau lurched forward and roughly snatched up the rabbit, shaking the small, squealing animal with a satisfied growl. Tail held high, he trotted to a spot in the grass more or less cleared of flowers to lay himself down.

A meal he didn't quite need, however he would be sure to enjoy it. There was nothing that didn't taste better earned through a good chase.

In his excitement he hadn't noticed the stranger watching him, however.