Overture Downs sunlight on the meadow

SORRY SORRY

shardul had prowled down from the coast in the direction of his most famous haunt, and the pale boy had immediately caught his eye; the springiness of that one's step irked the cat for reasons he did not understand. and so he had followed through the shadows, belly brushing against the earth, bright eyes burning with the old familiar madness. 

and then another wolf came, but the feline had already chosen the first for his quarry. the wolves, their attention fixed as it was upon the zipping rabbit, did not see the broad and terrible face of shardul as he rose from the grass and lunged horribly for the running form of the delicate whitefurred wolf.