The Tangle when the rain comes down, all the worms come up to breathe

@Thuringwethil

The weather was getting warmer, which pleased Indie immensely. She was not a winter wolf, as she felt the cold stifled her natural vivacity and zeal; but the sun! The sun peeked through the decoupaged sky and warmed her, energized her, gave her life. Like stage lights, the sun lit up and illuminated her actions for all the see. Like marionette strings, the sun encouraged her to move and explore. She too was the sun, fighting against the cold winds of winter to toast the ground and warm the earth with her bountiful energy. These feelings drove her away from the others sirens that morning, and in a jaunty trot did Indie follow the coastline, moving on a slightly inland trajectory. 

The starlet scented prey and followed her nares to a hare, similarly brought about by the presence of the sun. Hungry and wishing for a meal, Indie assimilated with the shadows; stepping lightly and deliberately so that her presence would remain undetected. When Indie eventually began her charge, the creature fluttered and skittered across the landscape towards a dry, rocky place peppered in gnarled, low-lying trees. With this sudden change in terrain, the noir woman understepped, stubbed her foot and tumbled against the dry earth. Though she sprang right back up, a sudden twinge of pain caused Indie to pause in her pursuit and her muzzle shot down to lick at her smarting paw. One of her long nails had been cropped; torn off by the mislaid contact with the ground. The hare sneered and escaped, leaving its huntress to whine and lick at her bleeding paw.