Golden Glade Everything felt fine when I was half of a pair

The fleet-footed rabbit dove into a tussock tucked neatly between two maples and disappeared, leaving an exhausted Wisteria panting in its wake. It had taken the bulk of her meager energy to chase it this far only to have it escape on her. The subsequent rage overwhelmed her briefly; she snarled and flung dirt with a scrape of her front paws and paced in a furious circle and tore at the grass, but the rabbit remained tucked safely in its warren and she was not strong enough to evict it right now.

With a tempestuous stomp, Wisteria flung herself down into the soft grass at the base of the leftmost maple, growling quietly to herself with her ears plastered back and her turquoise eyes pinned fervently to the spot her prey had disappeared. One, she counted, unconsciously slapping her tail against the ground in time as she tried to calm herself down. Two, three, four...