Moonsong Glacier I've carried this pre-conceived, false belief

After an eventful chase, zig-zagging through softening drifts of snow, Simbelmyne caught the hare she had been chasing, wrangling it to the ground with her long legs and pressing it into the snow until the creature's breathing stopped. She'd done everything that she could to avoid puncturing its flesh with her teeth, which had led to a long and tiring chase. It was only once she'd slapped the hind legs out from beneath it that the hare's luck ran out. 

She pulled it from the snow, noting that while the creature's bones had been lightly crushed, its pelt was intact; she felt satisfied, and carried the corpse toward a glacial stream so that she could begin the process that would allow her to gut, de-bone and separate the pelt from the rest of the animal. 

The process was long and messy, but Simbelmyne was patient and persistent. The animal's innards did not go to waste- nor did its bones, which were nutritious all the same. Aside from a few tattered edges and punctures when the skin did not pull away freely, she was left with a pelt that was soft and sleek; white, with some darker guard hairs. 

Simbelmyne herself was a mess; she would have both the pelt to clean as well as her own coat, but she would tend to the former first, licking all remaining gore and gristle from the rabbit's downy fur.