The Sunspire Mouth Made of Metal

When he gave the twenty second warning, Kiiyea quickly picked up her now cold hare and turned to leave, her ears back against the cold. The wolf stood still in the snow, his eyes showing that he would kill her if he she didn't leave right now.

She flicked her tufted ears at him and smirked a little through the rabbit. Turning her head she bounded away across the snow, her large paws keeping her on top of the fluffy white substance.

She would come back, and there was nothing he could do about it.