Firefly Glen My heart is beating so slow

Apparently luck was on the hare's side - right, when it seemed that the finicky goddess had turned away from her little subject, she quickly faced it again, scooped it in her hands and drove it to safety, out of reach of the two hunters, who nearly collided - one meandering around the borders, the other rushing towards her, missing her by an inch. 

"There goes our lunch," Norah observed - in her share of avoiding the collision, she had missed her opportunity to snatch the animal to herself. Then she turned to face the black she-wolf in front of her. "Greetings, huntress," she dipped her muzzle politely. "Norah from Moonspear."