Moonspear Crazy youngsters

As the scent grew hotter in her nose, Wildfire contemplated strategies. Truthfully, hunting a rabbit was best done alone or possibly in a pair, depending on the particular circumstances. She could think of no way to actively involve all three of them. But she didn't want to leave anybody out either...

Fortunately or unfortunately (depending on how you looked at it), Wildfire was saved from making a conscious decision when she led her two cohorts around a thick oak tree and stumbled right into the rabbit in the middle of digging a burrow there. It immediately attempted to flee and the young huntress just as instantaneously struck out, her foreleg as quick as a rattlesnake as she instinctively tried to trip the fleeing rabbit.

It worked and in only seconds, the rabbit was bloodied and dead on the ground, albeit still twitching and kicking in its final death throes. Wildfire blinked down at it, then glanced almost sheepishly at Floki and Horcrux. She hadn't meant to steal the show. But food was food, right? And she totally intended to share in equal thirds, despite the unequal participation in the kill.

Once the thing was properly dead, she tore it into pieces, offering Horcrux the juiciest bits, seeing as he needed them the most. "Bottoms up," she joked to the two males as she took the rabbit's hindquarters for herself, sheared off a bite-sized chunk and then threw back her head to tip it down the hatch.