Cedar Sweep ethical concerns

She too was hungry. She had not been tracking the deer but instead her favorite prey, rabbit. The fat white creature had been tempting her to catch it but every time she grew close it ran. She knew she needed it to live but gosh.....it really wanted to live! 

So did she though so she got crafty. Instead of a straight line she circled the rabbit, always keeping track of it's scent. She was excited to see that she came up behind it and froze, body tense and tail rigid. She waited till it went for some freshly ripened berries and then sprang, instinct guiding her jaws to close around it's throat. In seconds it's life ended and she dropped it staring in awe. For a few long moments she was silent and then she cried out with joy. "I am survivor!" her joyous voice echoed, her laughter causing a ruckus loud enough to send the deer herd scattering. She only knew this because they all ran past her and she got the shit scared out of her as she crouched over the rabbit. When she could open her eyes again she looked around, standing up and spotting the male as he appeared. Her ears went flat as she recognised the sign of a hunter in action and she frowned, feeling bad for ruining his meal.