Emberwood Candy dolls

The sun rose over dark red forest, sinking it's colors into the ground. Amalia shifted beneath the new born rays and slowly stood to her feet. She had come towards the forest, and had skirted any wolf smells, tried to stay in neutral territory as best that she could. No one had taken her life blood, or drove her too the ground, so she was fairly certain she wasn't in any territory, but one may never really know, if a pack was just forming.

Amalia lifted her pert black snout to the sky and took a deep, penetrating sniff, taking in the forest smells, the loamy soil, the wild flowers that brushed her paws with gentle, colorful faces. The smell of wood and small creatures stirred a primal urge inside her, for hunting and food.

Nose to the ground she followed the scent of the cotton tails that made up the forest floor, eyes darting from one hole to the next. Her mouth watered at the first scent of large rabbit and it was with full heart, and lungs full of morning air, she darted after the plump rabbit she had seen just moments before.

Paws dug at the loamy ground, as she bunched the rears of her legs and bounded after the white cotton of brown rabbit. She snapped once, twice and feinted finally grasping it with pearly fangs and dug deep. The bitter warmth of life giving liquid sluicing along her tongue. The nectar of gods, as far as she was concerned. 

A soft grunt worked it's way from her maw, and she slowly stepped towards a large tree, the limp creature hanging from her mouth. She settled to the ground and with deep snap, began her breakfast feast.