Bearclaw Valley one voice tells me that they laugh

it was sound advice, perhaps.

yet she worried that if she did not rush it would be gone forever. she tried, though. giant paws carefully aligned in a dedicated manner. she tired to distribute her weight between them all so that she might control how much sound she made.

they were getting closer.

she slowed herself and yet her tail had arced over her spine with her excitement.

lower she crouched, her stomach brushed against the cold ground.

a hare just up ahead.

like a gun, loaded and ready. she waited to be fired.