Dawnlark Plains zum glück bin ich verrückt

The other wolves were completely lost on the ghostly yearling. She dashed through tall grasses, following every turn the rabbit took. She had always been fast and the spirit enjoyed a challenge like this. Just as the rabbit was about to dive into a hole at the bottom of a small hill the pale wolf's teeth found purchase and snapped the rabbit's hind legs. It started to squeal, a tempting invitation to simply play with it a bit longer.

In the end, she was hungry however and so decided to end the creature's life more swiftly, so that it might feed her. As she started to eat her chest and muzzle were covered in blood, staining the monotone white of her fur.