Rage

Fog was Cara's best ally, she used the pale mantle to make herself invisible taking to her advantage her pallid coat was almost the same hue as the heavy air that resembled a cloud in the ground. So of course considering it was a cold foggy night, the yearling was out and about looking for a stray rabbit or any other prey she could get to ease her hunger.

As she crawled into the darkness, a desperate howl broke into the night's sky, scaring away every little rodent available. Cara rolled her eyes and lashed her tail with annoyance, what wolf could be so damn stupid? she wondered.

Determined to give the responsible a piece of her mind, she followed the scent of the wolf, which didn't carry any particular scent pf a pack. She immediately thought of the loner she had almost fought the other day, and her neck fur began to bristle. Oh now you'll get it! she thought as she hurried to his encounter.

Then she saw a large male cursing under his breath and pacing the ground, she snarled as she saw it was not the same guy, still she spoke with annoyance, "What do you want?" she spat, "Don't you see you've spooked all prey around?" she scoffed and lashed her tail to the side.