Shadewood the night of long fangs

The two moved almost as though they were one in the same body. She did not need to speak as she pulled herself toward the rear of the hare and waited on readied paws for Smokestep to find his place. He shrunk himself – an odd sight on such lengthy stilts. The marauder slunk forward like a fox through the wood. His tail was held low, waiting until he could close the space on their prey. Smokestep did not need to watch for Sandpiper; he knew that she would be ready to spring.

Fixing his eyes on the target, he tossed his tail upward in a signal for Sandpiper to start the chase. Surely, the hare would not have far to go. Smokestep waiting with ready jaws and sharpened fangs for the small animal to make his attempt. The Cairn children would eat well enough to continue their trek. It would not be long before they would be able to feast on prey of the sea.