Dawnlark Plains Sabat

He agreed to accompany them. Masquerade’s tail flicked as they nodded in acknowledgement, then began ascertaining their frosty surroundings. There were burrows aplenty on these plains. They motioned for Etienne to follow and began to trot toward one they knew, confirming its location by sniffing along the crunchy grass.

The cold air was sharp in their nose, almost stinging. But they smelled rabbits. Between the cold and the late hour, Masque expected they would have to rouse their prey from their warren somehow. Before that thought had even fully processed in their slightly aching brain, something flashed in the grass again.

This time, they sprang without waiting for a proper glimpse of their quarry. Their forepaws landed on something solid and squirming. They fell onto their elbows, trying to pin it before it could escape their haphazard hold. But the creature—a hare, by the scent—bit the Ulfr’s leg, prompting them to yelp in surprise and yank their limb away.

This allowed the rabbit to slip free, though it didn’t go fast or far. The yearling had broken its back, so now it scrambled pitifully toward some dark hole hidden in the grass.

Feel free to have Eti nab it, of course! :)