Broken Boulder Where I left my lover,

Rabbits were one of her favorites. She especially, like all wolves, enjoyed when they were particularly plump. It was like a chef's kiss to the wild, as Asra could feel her beige tongue roll out, but out of embarrassment sucked it back in. While she never emphasized on being lady-like, it simply felt natural to be on her best behavior in that sense.. Just as she was taught to be.

Hungry, icy-eyes were keenly watching a flock of white rabbits huddle together over a pile of un-frozen grass, and she waited for the timing to be just right.