Wapun Meadow Filling out Papers

"Ah crap!"

Stepping lightly was never her forte, but she would swear that she was the best at everything. The hare had given her chase, a sight for hungry eyes that brought her to the meadow. But a solo hunt was something she never found success. It's a tiny lil' thing I can get that no problem Irene told herself, self motivation was something she had in excess. As her paws thundered through the top coat of the snow with a satisfying crunch, she allowed herself to get distracted once more.

Distraction was perhaps her fatal flaws and before catastrophe could strike, she almost missed the exposed stomach of another before her, causing Irene to veer left into a small accumulating pile of snow.