Wapun Meadow Lacrimosa

She was swift, which had been Moss’s guess. The man seemed to know her movements well, though he did not seem quite as intense about hunting her down as she was. 

She thought to suggest that they hunt together- and then he mentioned another alternative. Moss squinted, but didn’t wave the idea off. 

”How can you poison a wolf who runs? Surely she would not scavenge from a kill that smells like one who hunts her.” Moss responded. ”We should hunt her together. Which way did she go last?” Moss asked.

Cornered, the vixen would have nowhere to run.