Wapun Meadow I know its hard sometimes

the very hare that the black female had her eyes upon, ich'aak had coursed possessively. he did not detect company as he swept out from the brush with jaws parted in the manner of some berserk demon.

the shadow fell across the unsuspecting creature; with a crunch, ich'aak's jaws terminated the beating of the rabbit's heart. triumphant, he turned around to quickly go somewhere quiet to eat -- only to come face to face with a wolf he had neither seen nor heard.