Chimera Fields Wasting Time on Love That Wasn't Real

The wolf had put on a bit of a show for her with their hunting antics. The sneeze nearly summoned a laugh from her, but she kept quiet, watching them. For a brief second, they looked in her direction and then abruptly crouched into the flowers, and what this told her was that she had been seen. It also told her that he was not interested in being seen, which likely meant he was not seeking conflict, either. 

It was difficult to determine where the wolf had gone. Then, Esme spotted a wisp of smoke among the flowers and realized that this was the stranger's tail. A twitch of her ears toward them told her that there was a creature nearby, given away by a subterranean scuttling. The animal was probably of the burrowing variety, and the wolf was likely lying down before the mouth of the burrow. 

An idea came to her, one that might give her both a morsel of food and the pleasure of showing good will towards one of her own kind. Esme suddenly burst forward, landing with extra force on her front paws. She tore about, slapping the ground with her forelegs, rising, spinning, snarling. Surely the animal hiding below the earth would be disturbed by the vibrations from above, and move toward the exit of its burrow, where the shadowy male lay in wait.