Hoshor Plains We’re All Here For A Little Fun

She became one with the grass, creeping silently towards her unsuspecting prey. The hare seemed unawares as it stepped forward to nibble on the green fronds. The golden she-wolf's paws made no sound as she delicately placed them. However, soon every hunter is caught. The hare suddenly sat upright, staring into the grasses. Then, it was gone in a flurry of dust.

The she-wolf was hot on it's paws, zigzagging to match it's erratic patterns. The poor creature was running as fast as it's legs would carry, yet it could not escape the maw of death bearing down on it's hind flesh. She kept pace with it remarkbly. Suddenly, there was a terrible squeak of mortal terror, then, silence. Auriel returned, poking her white muzzle out from the fronds. She placed the pertified hare at Donovan's paws, she had broken it's leg but had not killed it. "Did you want to finish it off?" She asked quietly. In that moment she prayed to the spirits as thanks for this meal.

Auriel sat on her hind-quarters, watching the male with morbid curiosity. She hoped to do this for her pups one day, bringing them a broken hare to hunt.