come, little children

A full moon was high in the night sky.
The ex-slave chased a rabbit down the slope. Unfortunately, all the rocks and cliffs and ledges- all the terrain- made it difficult to pursue it. She sped after it. Long ago she had left behind quiet and stealth. Now it was flat out speed that might win her the meal. She tumbled onto it and bit into its neck, receiving a satisfying crack. She shook it a little to make sure it was dead, and then sat down. She crouched over and began to eat the plump peice of juicy meat. The wolf was a gifted hunter.