Noctisardor Bypass Deep in the shady sadness of a vale

One step, and then both predator and prey piqued their ears at the crunch of snow underfoot. Panic swelled up in Wylla. She sprang from cover, hoping to recover a bungled effort by launching a little too early, and yet somehow she was still too late. Her reaching paws slammed down where the rabbit's spine had been, but it was already up and bolting through the snow.

Wylla streaked after it for only a few wolf-lengths before giving up the chase. There was no way she would catch it now. They were nimble and fast little buggers that could easily outmaneuver her in the trees. No matter how well adjusted she was to her eye, she still second guessed her altered depth perception when it came to tight quarters. Fuck! she shouted after it.

Snapping her tail side-to-side in agitation, Wylla turned and prepared to loudly admonish whoever was lurking around, only to see Druid in the near distance. Shit, she couldn't just go screaming at a kid. Especially not when the kid's mom was Karen How-Dare-You-Swear-In-Front-Of-My-Precious-Little-Angels McKarenface. She forced two breaths through her nose. It was Druid's fault, but Druid couldn't have known.

Eeeeey, she said in a strained voice. She liked Druid, but didn't really know her well at all. She did remember the night with the northern lights though. So, uhhh, how's winter now that you've seen it?