Duskfire Glacier Fairest of them all

Danica put on a burst of speed, the hare inches from being caught within her grasp. Their chase had started near her sleeping location, her walk having happened to scare the creature out of hiding. Instantly she had taken up pursuit, hardly content to let such a lovely specimen escape when it could be gracing their caches. The darn thing was quicker than it looked, but she was keeping up with a strength that brought a bit of gladness to her heart. While her steps were still slightly uneven from her previous injury (an effect that would likely last a long time) one could barely tell unless they knew what to look for. She reveled in her health.

It would be better, though, if she was successful here. Gathering herself in a powerful leap, completely headless to anything around her besides her quarry, she made for the final snap that would decide this hunt. (6 or higher and she catches it: 7). Happily, her spring carried her within distance, and like a vice her jaws closed upon the creature's back, killing it instantly. She felt it go limp and slowed her pace, a happy thing, since had she kept going she might have completely run over a wolf lying in front of her path.

The stranger had no pack scent, but was uncomfortably close to Duskfire lands. She looked to be exhausted and starving, but it was her ill luck that Danica wasn't exactly the most sympathizing of wolves. "Hey, you there. You realize you're on the edge of claimed lands, right?" She looked her over with not a little judgement and some haughtiness. True, life as a loner had been hard, but she had never done as poorly on her own as this creature had (at least, not in her memory, though one's memory can be biased). "I'm gonna have to ask you to move along. Scram. Shoo." She raised a paw, gesturing away from the border.