Shadewood but we go where we want to

The hunt was over almost as soon as it had begun.

Rabbits were panicked and scattered in their escapes, and it was their clumsiness that lent the wolves an extra boost - at her paws lay not one, but two bodies, and her lithe figure gave up the spot guarding a burrow entrance to leap after one last rabbit before they had disappeared into the safety of their homes. The empress almost lost her footing on a particularly slippery section of the frozen earth, though, and her jaws missed the prey by inches - her shoulder, while sliding, collided with the body and she let out a short bark to alert Cry: the rabbit was skidding toward him (her force had knocked it over), and if he was swift, he would likely be able to catch it as it attempted feebly to climb to its feet.

After bitter spray had settled to the pearly floor, from betwixt smooth lips came a short huff of laughter, finally steadying herself on the hidden ice.