Moonspear Fire may save you

After thinking on it a while, Wildfire came up with an idea. She would start small, test it out on her usual prey, then maybe work up to something bigger if it panned out. After giving Floki a goodbye kiss, the slim yearling climbed down the mountain and soon found herself among the trees of the forest. She began to search, not for prey but for something else. She found it between the robust roots of a sycamore overshadowed by a dormant chokecherry bush.

She began to dig. Wildfire didn't stop until the hole was deep enough that practically half her body length fit into its depth. She balanced on the lip of the pit, eyeballing her handiwork and chewing on her lip. Was it deep enough? She wouldn't know until she tested it. She glanced sideways at the withered bush, applying her teeth to one of its many stems to severe a large bough of leaves. Carefully, the Gamma placed it over the hole, hiding it from view.

Instead of attempting to bait it or even chase a victim into it, Wildfire set out into the woods and spent a solid two hours tracking down and eventually capturing a rabbit. Her jaws closed around the back of its neck but she didn't apply a killing bite. She growled around the struggling lapin as she carried it through the woods. She took more than a few kicks to the face, yet she would not relent her grip on the animal.

When she arrived at her trap, she roughly kicked aside the branch and dropped the hare into it. Although the rabbit began to desperately leap at the sides of the pit, attempting to claw its way to escape, it couldn't quite manage to scale the earthen walls. A grim smile of satisfaction began to curl Wildfire's lips—until the desperate animal made a wild leap and managed to launch out of the trap, right into her face.

She was too caught by surprise to try grabbing at it, so the hare darted away into the underbrush. A breath gusted out of her mouth as she wryly mused aloud, "So—deeper."