Blackfeather Woods Ghost of Blackfeather Woods, There and Back Again

It didn't take him long to find something. Though it wasn't something very large. A Rabbit was sniffing beneath a bush, it's cotton tail shivering back and fourth. Grim narrowed his eyes, dropping in a stalking position. He made his way slowly, patiently up to the prey. If he was too quick it would notice him. If he wasn't light on his paws it would feel him. Rabbits were sensitive creatures. 

Once he felt that he was close enough, Grim rushed forward with jaws wide open. The prey squealed and ran. Grim cursed to himself as he gave chase. He hadn't been close enough and that had given the rabbit time to escape his reaching jaws. Now he had to out run it. White fur zigzagged around trees and under bushed causing Grim to snarl with frustration. He was gaining on the prey, but slowly. With his neck stretched forward he snapped his teeth together. The critters squeals increased. He had snagged it by its back leg. Jerking his head back and forth, Grim broke its neck. He was panting, tongue dripping from the side of his maw as he held the prey. 

He brought it back to his mate, tail wagging. With a thump he dropped it next to her paws. Eyes shining with pride he stepped back to give her room to eat without him hovering over her. He had hoped to find her something larger. "If you are still hungry I could find more," he offered still panting from the chase.