Otter Creek I’m a wandering soul, Traveling a well worn road

The thought of food made her stomach quietly rumble, she needed something to eat. “I’m going to go find something to catch. Hopefully it won’t take to long. If I can find anything, I’ll be right back.”
She explained to Etienne, be fore she trotted of with haste.  

Despite wolves not having a real concept of minutes, her venture took about thirty (30). Not to far from where they were, she found a small group of rabbits. One in particular, large and plump, caught her eye. She snuck through the trees, and in the grass, then leapt right on target. She grabbed it in her jaws, and trotted back.

“Here, Eti. We can split it.” The rabbit fell with a thump, and she tore part of it off for herself.