Emberwood Without the escape from my own fate

am sorry for average post. Did this on my phone, on the train, on my way home from work. Kek. backdated to sometime mid march for @Merrigan

The hare breathed sharp and shallow, its dark eyes already unfocused and lost on the beauty that Sorrounded it, golds and oranges, browns and whites thrown in by aspen trees and their shed leaves, the pathetic morsel had given itself over to the fate that had befallen it. When moments before the meagre animal had been darting between trunks, Through piles of debris and over fallen logs with Wraith in mad pursuit. It had taken longer to capture the hare then she would openly admit causing the frustration that manifested to bring the animal to its current dilemma. The white beast had managed to snap her jaws around its middle and with a violent shake she had sent the creature flying into a nearly trunk. The dull thud was accompanied  with the audible crack as its spinal cord was severed.

Wraith was breathing heavily, the tiniest taste of copper graced her lips where her teeth had punctured the prey animals soft hide. Now she walked toward her trophy slowly, her whole body moving with an almost snakelike wave, from her nose to her tail; which swang slowly behind her. "You poor thing." She coo'd at the dying meal, the sweet tone in her voice a counter to the irritation she felt and the suffering she was inflicting.

She dropped herself on the makeshift bed of dirt an leaves, paws crossings in front, almost touching her prey. "If you had just behaved, id have killed you quick and wouldnt be so hungry whilst you lingered at deaths gate." Of course she knew it had no idea what she said, and even if it did, it certainty wasnt going to reply in its state of shock. With a pout she watched for a few moments longer as its life slipped away. She had hoped it might have tried crawling away, instead of just sit there waiting for her to snuff its life out. When it was obvious no pitiful escape attempt would be forthcoming she snapped. "Stupid creature, giving up before you're dead." With a single fluid motion she leant forward taking the hares head full in her mouth and crushed down with the sinewy sound of bone on teeth. Perhaps i shouldnt have thrown it into a tree if i wanted a play thing. She had no intentional desire to torture the creature, she didn't hate it. Or particully care, she just didn't like working for her meals