Sleepy Fox Hollow Get Joanie on the phone, she'll leave us on a light

Mahler wasted no time, and neither did Wylla. He was faster than she anticipated, but she was born to be nimble. Her mother possessed the speed and limber grace of a border collie and Wylla wasn't much different. In seconds she dipped and grasped the rabbit by the spine, swinging it in an arc of remnant blood and snow as she spun and made to flee.

Yet she only took a few steps before she pranced a taunting half circle, dangling the prize loftily out for the General to try to snap for it. There was a sly twinkle in her yellow gaze as she prepared to stick her leg out at the last minute in an effort to trip him up. She wouldn't mind if he managed to grab the rabbit, though. Half the fun was taking turns.