King Elk Forest Lose the Feeling

Queenie's jaws snapped around the neck of the hare with a resonating break. It struggled against her grip for a moment or two, then went limp where it hung from her mouth. There was a moment of silence in Queenie's mind; everything seemed too slow and narrow as if she were being stretched alongside the world around her. The metallic drippings of fresh blood ran from her mouth to the unblemished fur of her snout, falling onto the snow with a pang that echoed in her ears.

It was then that she was able to bring herself back to reality, realizing that she'd stolen someone else's meal. The woman who'd pounced was much older than Queenie with the eyes of a sage, not unlike those of Grann Elyse. Those unfamiliar eyes conjured up memories that might have been considered too familiar, ironically, and Queenie didn't want to stick around to see what else the old woman might conjure up. It's yours, she whispered after dropping the hare.