Cassiopeia's View You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars

The Stormthorn silently trailed after the female, doggedly pursuing her as the came to a wooded copse. The two of them hunkered down scoped the vicinity, noses to the ground. Pallas was having a hard time concentrating over the fevered demands of her stomach, but as Zilla nudged her she froze and drew to the ground. She noted how much quieter the wolf was on her paws, possessing a stealthiness Pallas could never summon. Her ears flew forward as a hare erupted from the brush and Zilla just as quickly shouted to give chase.

Pallas disliked being told what to do, but followed anyway. She was slower, given her hunger and limp, so she went wide. It occurred to her that a hare was an awfully small meal to share, but she got distracted as the thing leapt in her line of vision. With a growl she hunkered down after it, snapping the air with sharp fangs.