Phoenix Maplewood Sure to not be Sure

In another part of the woods, Lunar was crouched low to the ground stalking after the promising scent of a rabbit. She was careful to keep downwind of it, ears tipped forward as she listened to the forest sounds around her. 

She followed after the scent which led her to the burrow of the rabbit. The medium sized brown mammal had just disappeared into its home, darting out of sight.

She found herself crouched next to it, waiting for the fuzzy creature to return. It did so, after an hour of tense sitting by the hole. When it reappeared she quickly snatched it up in her jaws.

It let out a squeal of fear as it kicked widly in panic, one sharp clawed foot scratching shallow but bloody gashes that only just missed her left eye. She clamped down and a sickening crack was heard.

With limp rabbit in jaws she headed off to find Esaro, ignoring the sting of the cuts on her face which had stained the snowy white fur a crimson.