Morningside Cuesta it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise & rationality

Before him, sprinting just inches from the jaws of a predator in hot pursuit, a snowshoe hare bolted in desperation to keep his life.

Artyom thundered heavily after the wide-eyed creature, weaved with careful precision as his intended prey attempted time and time again to evade capture. He galloped directly past a tawny stranger, mindful of him as he shifted his weight to avoid collision. The hare was swift on its paws, but so too was the wolf - just not quick enough to gain a better hold on it as it made to disappear underground via one of its many secret burrows.

Having managed to claim only a mouthful of alabaster fur, the hunter attempted  to remove it from his teeth by sweeping his muzzle across an upper forelimb - not before spitting some obscenities in Russian and digging uselessly at the solid earth around the warren's entrance.