Wapun Meadow Your luck goes up and down, like swings and roundabouts.

Paws repeatedly hit the damp ground in loud rhythmic thuds as the male swiftly gave chase through the vast, flourishing meadow. His light eyes were ablaze, focused solely upon the fleeing fawn coloured hare that dashed and scarpered frantically away from wide gaping jaws.

Faelan panted loudly, feeling the excitement and rush of the chase surging within as he inched closer and closer to the quick paced critter. The young man let out a growl of frustration as he began to push himself, sprinting, faster and faster – eagerly waiting for the right moment to pounce and win his prize.

It wasn’t a graceful pursuit, but after a short while, and what felt like forever - the moment came. And without hesitation, Faelan leapt forward, kicking his back paws against the ground, grass and dirt flying up behind him as he propelled himself straight toward the long-eared mammal. His mouth was open, glistening  fangs at the ready - till finally they pierced fur and flesh. The taste of iron flooded into his salivating mouth as he clamped his jaws down tightly. If only his father could see him now! However, the young male suddenly lost his footing and toppled over into the long grass with a surprised grunt. Regardless, Faelan couldn't help but grin as he lay upon the ground, peering up at the towering vegetation surrounding him.