Shadewood the night of long fangs

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as she hunkered down in the mottled snow, she kept her eyes trained on her brother and her breath baited. the hare loped across the soft blanket of white, its nose twitching and bright liquid-black eyes soft yet alert. she watched as it turned one slender ear and then the other, its mouth working in small gyrations as it nibbled the thicket.

out of the corner of her eye she saw smokestep's tail - the signal to begin the chase. wordlessly she bounded from the woods directly into the hare, which caught the shift of snow and noise and was already making a fleet-footed escape -- right into smokestep's waiting jaws.