Wapun Meadow The path ahead

The wolf turns his head in time for Surma to miss the rabbit. He growls in frustration but it is short lived as his jaws instead snap on tender flesh of an open backside. He holds what he can for as long as he can but he’s shaken free when the male snags away from him. Ears fold back against his head as he regains his composure, beginning to circle until he’s face to face with the other. The rabbit isn’t anywhere to be seen at first and there’s a string of panic that runs the back of his mind. Without it, there’s no point in this, and he considers turning tail and running until he sees the crumpled corpse in the distance. Nowhere near his competition.
 
His dark orange eyes flicker back and forth as he slinks to one side so that he can put enough space between them, then his legs spring a second time but he does not go for the brute. Again, he goes for the abandoned hare off to the side.