Moonspear and I run from wolves

She located the rear of a hare - nothing more than skin and bones, though it would have to do. a wild snarl and the pounding of paws had her snatch the hollow meal and tear one glance over her shoulder before lurching into a frenzied sprint. alas, the wild woman was far too close, the distance between them far too small, and even her desperation would not keep the distance between them open for long.