Phoenix Maplewood Spears shall be shaken,

She closed in and snatched the rabbit by the tuft of its tail. Its forward momentum thwarted, her prey began to buck and squirm wildly. Bat took several kicks to the face before she could strike out a paw, pinning the poor creature to the forest floor and dispatching it with a swift bite to its throat. The rabbit went limp and Bat stood panting over the still-warm carcass. The blood pooled slowly, the scent eventually enticing her to eat.

When she finished bolting down the fresh meat, Bat tore the skin with her teeth, a loud rrrip! echoing through the wood. She licked the backside clean of tissue and vessels, then began to gnaw on the bones, suckling the marrow. She hadn't eaten in days before and savored every bit of nourishment she could get. Traveling alone was rewarding in a lot of ways, yet food wasn't easy to come by.

Finally finished, Bat kicked some leaves over her spoils and began to meander through the forest, heading slowly northward. She had an inkling that her birthplace wasn't far from here, where land met the sea, though Bat wasn't entirely sure and, anyway, she didn't intend to go there. She was just wandering for the sake of it, her current path leading her directly past a small, strange canine whose prostrate form was blocked by a sturdy maple trunk.