Bearclaw Valley little black book

For @Milan

Like a shadow, she streaked across the great white blanket of snow. Cutting through what was but a small section of the valley. In front of her, cloaked in an ivory coat, a snowshoe hare ran for it's life. Spooked from it's hiding place, now fleeing so as not to become one hungry wolfs meal.

Dark ears pinned to a golden necklace, the budding hunter put on a fresh burst of speed. Tried to close the distance while snowy dust kicked up behind her. Even if she failed, this would if nothing else, serve as hearty exercise.