Kildeer Rest Winter's Kiss

At the sound of the shriek, Ravel lifted her comely head and swiveled her ears to pinpoint the direction from which the sound had come from. She scented the wind, licking her muzzle to wet her nose and aid her sense of smell, and while she inhaled she closed her eyes slightly, to concentrate on the sense she was focusing in on. Surely enough, she could detect the scent of blood on the wind, though this was no surprise. The only time that sound was ever uttered was when a rabbit had been killed. The telltale screech was something most predators knew quite well, and Ravel was fairly certain that it was the only sound that rabbits knew how to utter, as she'd never heard one make a sound otherwise. How bland of a world it must have been for them, then, to only have one song to sing in their whole life- their swan song. 

She'd been grooming her thin forelegs but found herself intrigued by whoever or whatever it was that had made the kill. She stood up then, raising her head above the grasses to peer out and catch sight of a greyish figure in the distance, lean to the point of being gaunt, and hunkered over what she assumed was its kill. The breeze had worked against her, and she hadn't smelled the coyote until she'd heard the rabbit's final scream. For a moment, she considered barreling toward the creature and attempting to steal its meal- but a rabbit would have disappeared down a coyote's trap within minutes, and she was far enough away she knew there was no way she'd be able to make it to him before he either inhaled it or took off with it. So there was no hope of an easy meal for her. 

She yawned then, and stretched out her spine, bowing to the ground before leaning forward and stretching each of her slim hind legs behind her. She shook out her pelt of greys and blacks and headed toward the coyote even though she knew there was no chance of her snagging a meal from it. Coyotes were small, fast and clever- they were fun. And though Ravel was a civilized wolf when around other wolves, she couldn't exactly help herself from the temptation of messing with a coyote, particularly a small one with a belly full of rabbit. She made a beeline for the coyote, body hunkered down as she hissed through the grasses, slowly accelerating toward him until she broke into a dash, mouth agape and eyes blazing with glee.