Shakedown

[size=medium] It was a cool morning, a dense fog seeping through the tall ponderosa trees. Robin loved the eerie weather. Not only was there excitement in the inability to see twenty feet up the slope, but the damp, clouded air made hunting more fun - and easier too.

Her scent was swallowed by the condensation in the air, and the fat rabbit never saw the gray-furred wolfess before her jaws clamped its throat and smothered its life away. Her tail waving merrily, Robin continued through the forest with the dead rabbit in her mouth, searching for a comfortable place to enjoy her breakfast.[/size]