The Heartwood a wild weird clime, that lieth, sublime

For @Lagan. I’ll edit this in with a better post later, but I wanted to get something up before work.

Cypress thundered through the unfamiliar territory with little care to his surroundings, saliva dripping from his jowls as he sped after a fat cottontail. He had that feeling. Somehow, he just knew he was going to make a successful kill, and it wasn’t even that he’d done everything right. He’d botched the ambush and he’d made mistakes, but the rabbit had made them too — and today Cypress would come out the stronger. He hurtled through the underbrush and, just as the rabbit paused in indecision, he made a desperate, swiftly calculated leap. Powerful jaws clamped down over the lagomorph’s neck just cranial of its shoulders and sundered its death cry mid-screech. Triumphant, disheveled, and proud as hell, he lorded over his kill and imagined how it’d feel to bring it back to the group. It wasn’t for him, after all — this was for the pack.