Sleeping Dragon Never gonna give you up

Sangilak was truly diligent in her task. Not for a moment did the bear of a woman relent in enforcing them, and this was the hour where one would pay the price of her devotion. A red streak came nearer and nearer; Sangilak, a good distance away, began her charge. Wildfire would not get too far; while typically speed was a disadvantage, Sangilak moved along the decline of the mount where Wildfire would move upward. The air was terribly still, and all was quiet but for the pounding of her footfalls, a thunderous sound to any who would hear it. 

She was a runaway freight train, but well-practiced in this. There was the rabbit, and there, just behind it, was the true quarry and the victim of her own hunt. Sangilak was swift to intercept Wildfire, moving to bowl into her. Sangilak had come diagonally toward the red-haired creature she had assumed to be a fox rather than directly in front. The distance was all but closed, and Sangilak dipped her muzzle and prepared for the brutal impact she craved.