Shadewood the night of long fangs

The marauder watched as Sandpiper moved so fluidly across the earth. He thought of what a shame it was that she appeared so sure in the wood, for she was far more capable under the water. Still, she moved quickly and well and he was not surprised as the rabbit darted directly for Smokestep without realizing that it had been startled into a very nasty trap. The ghost's head was low to the earth and his lips parted to reveal yellow and pointed fangs. By the time that the hare noticed, it was far too late. Sandpiper was still on the rear of the animal, preventing it from spinning around to flee the opposite direction.

The pale brute darted forward on limber legs and snapped with a sickening crunch, closing his jaws on the throat of the small creature. One squeak and the hare ceased to kick. Smokestep looked at his sister with a curling smirk before he dropped the prey animal into the snow and nodded at the speckled female. She had moved swiftly and quietly. She had chased the hare into the pirate's mouth. She would take the first blood.