Kintla Flatlands A bit risqué.

Kaname's looking to meet a wolf from Blacktail Deer Plateau. Anyone from there and from Silvertip Mountain is welcome.

A hare scurried back and forth outside of its den, oblivious to the icy eyes watching. Smelling a fresh sprig of grass nearby, the dusty-furred hare hopped over and nibbled the blades. Kaname snuck forward, a branch held in his jaws. When he reached the desired position, he tossed the branch into the foliage behind it. The hare's head snapped up, eyes wide, and its fear, it ran. Straight into Kaname.

The assassin lunged and snapped at the hare's side. The lagomorph squealed in pain and surprise and ran the other way. The dark-furred wolf picked up speed and intercepted the hare, biting it's front leg. The taste and smell of blood made Kaname's eyes light up with malicious delight.

He continued this sadistic endeavor of his until the hare could not move anymore. It's breathing was ragged, it's fur clumped and red with blood. Still wanting to play, the wolf grabbed it by the ears and tossed it, letting streams of blood streak through the air. The dark wolf chased after it, catching the body before it hit the ground.

He was going to toss it again before he smelled something different. Dropping the hare, the assassin smelled the air. He was on another pack's territory! Oh, great. he growled.