Lost Creek Hollow bowspirit

While she was well aware this was not a game, the strange innocence of what appeared to be simply barking into a hole amused Ilya in the most childish of ways. Her tail wagging with excitement as her alpha responded, the bark showing that she had perhaps made the right decision in this situation. On top of Lagon's talk the previous days, this was what she needed. She was still useful, and the pack still needed her- even if it was just for barking into holes.

Her tail continued to wag furiously behind her, she couldn't help her happiness. Her mind jumped from the cougar, to Mordecai, and back to the hare in which they were attempting to catch. She waited for it, and almost barked once again, but she heard the unmistakable sound of pitter patter in the hole and braced. She stood stiff and open mouthed, like one of those halloween candy bowls that snap onto your hand when you try to grab candy... except this was a wolf, with teeth and jaws that could kill you in one chomp given the right aim. And so she tried, but the rabbit leapt out awkwardly and she managed only to grab it's hindleg, crunching it easily into thousands of shards and allowing it a loud wail. It scratched and nipped at her chest in return, and the only logical thing she could think to do was toss it up and attempt to catch it more accurately.

There were better ways of going about it, but this seemed the best, in her mind.

She did luckily catch it in a better spot, giving it a rough shake and listening to the bones in its neck snap. She dropped the limp thing, letting out a loud bark to signal her alpha, before licking gingerly to the baby wounds on her chest. "Damn thing..." she muttered, eyeing the dead creature with a death glare.