Jade Fern Grove a thousand teeth

His companion, too, hears the noise. Her bark is left unanswered, yet he gets into a semi-covered position, knowing that their best chances were for him to ambush at the end once Dawn herds the creature his direction. Crouched somewhat low to the ground, his ears stay perked alert and ready. Soon after the silver wolf disappears, there are fast footfalls. The chase began. Muscles tensing at the ready, Evergreen has always been a patient hunter fortunately. The sound of many twigs breaking under the weight of what he assumes is hunting partner has him concerned for a moment, but the bearish wolf has little time to think about that. From the undergrowth rushes a hare in his direction. He charges forth, closing the gap between prey and predator with jaws landing at the back of its neck. The screaming dies quickly, and Evergreen exhales through his nose. With hare captured, he trots in the direction it came, spying Dawn trapped herself amongst thorns. Green eyes widen, eyebrows shooting upwards as he drops their prize to his feet and rushes to her side. Dawn! Are you OK? Eyebrows furrow in concern. Its obvious she isn't, but the worried male can't resist asking. Are you able to back up? He isn't certain how tangled she managed to get herself.