Dawnlark Plains Oh will you persist

He almost had it, he could have had it except suddenly someone jumped out and the rabbit swerved. Startled he growled and skidded to a halt almost slipping and falling in the snow himself. He watched bitter disappointment making his tail droop between his legs, ears going back as the smell of death and food permeated the air. What good was he to Morningside if he couldn't catch a single bit of prey to bring home?

A low rumbling started in his chest, almost ready to fight for this food before he lifted his gaze away from the rabbit and actually looked at the one who (in his mind) stole his prey. "Wraen?" he asked his tail lifting slightly and wagging. He was still upset that he'd lost the prey but if it was Wraen, he could probably move past it.