Wapun Meadow prelude in c major

It was getting colder, the wind picking up and raking its talons through her fur. She shivered, thinking longingly of her cozy den with Murdock, slipping into warmth and comfort. But first; the scent of marmot had suddenly become of interest to her, and she set about following the fresh trail, tail flicking eagerly. Above, a bird flew across the meadow, in a manner frantic and odd, and for a moment, she glanced up. It didn't seem to be the same bird she'd met at the lake, and thus she continued with her hunt. 

She startled the creature suddenly, it fled from its little hideaway in the grasses soundlessly. She was in pursuit immediately, throwing herself after it wildly, and quite suddenly lunging for its retreating rear. Her fangs found flesh, but not the grip that would ensure a clean kill. The front half of the creature swung around, biting and kicking in desperation, and she yelped as she released her hold. The creature moved away quickly, injured and slow, and a final desperate lunge had it scamper quicker, dog left bleeding and hurt behind it, shaking away the blood that leaked from the cut above her eye.