Whitebark Stream upon one summer's morning

Sadey saw his ear twitch for a moment, and she turned away, hiding a smile. He was a young one, male, hale and hearty. It made sense that he would wish to be seen more than what he was, that nicknames would be trivial to him. However, he would get nothing from her until he proved he could be named the name he bore.


The rabbit came rushing at her. In a blink of a moment and though it hurt she grabbed it in her maw. Busting some of teh scabbing as she opened her maw wide. But the blood that flitted on her tongue was not all her own, and she had won them their prize. She dropped it quickly and waited to see if the youth would continue, blood dripping down from her own snout to mingle, but she didn't mind. 

She put herself back into position, ready.