Fox's Glade Failure has been all to familiar

Shadowheart had continued his journey northward, trotting across the meadow until the snow covered grasses gave way to silent trees. He was covered in snow by the time he arrived at the edges of the forest, and he was also hungry. Although he had been in these new lands for a few days, Shadowheart had been unable to catch anything. So, after slipping in among the snow covered trees, he began to cast around for the scent of any prey.

As he continued, the dark male thought upon the purpose of his journey thus far. He had wandered for some time, simply trying to survive and bury the past. But he had no great purpose to his life, and that was a potential concern to him. Perhaps it's time I think about pack life again, at least I would find some purpose there, he thought. In his heart through, the dark male had his doubts.

His musings were interrupted by the scent of a rabbit up ahead. Quickly dropping into a crouch, Shadowheart crept forward toward his prey. A few seconds later, he spotted the small animal, feeding upon the bitter branches of a bush. the dark male kneaded the ground in anticipation, preparing to spring. But before he could launch his assault, the shrill warning call of a squirrel broke the silence, sending the rabbit down a nearby hole before Shadowheart could catch it. He growled in frustration, thrusting his muzzle down the hole in a vain attempt to catch his prey, but the rabbit was long gone. Cursing his luck, the dark male backed away, resuming his search for more prey.