Phoenix Maplewood Realization of Old Friends

Laika was on the hunt once more, tail straight out behind her, eyes trained intently on the rabbit. The deer had been a lucky catch yesterday when she was with Reek. Not many deer come through pack territories in the winter, especially in the middle, when most of them are weak from loss of food. The best she had caught since was an unlucky fox who happened to cross her path. Normally, she didn't eat fox, but the pack was hungry, and it was trespassing, so why not?

The she-wolf dropped low, padded forward very slowly as not to disturb the thick sheet of snow. Her blue eyes never left it's target as she made a wide arch to assure she was downwind and her scent wouldn't carry. Once she was close enough, she burst from cover, barreling towards the rabbit. Before the animal knew what was happening, Laika was on it and killed it with her landing, her weight snapping its neck. 

She stepped off, pleased with the second catch of the day. Sinking her teeth into its flesh, she picked it up from the froseb flakes and padded towards the pile of dirt she has made and half mile from here. That was where the other dead hare lay.