Wapun Meadow Tear It Out Neatly, You Savage

The deer gave only a quiet nod in response to Saber's decision in agreement. They could, after all, donate a fraction of larger kill to the pups instead of killing the precious new life that belong to the Creek's lands.

Quickly forgetting about their decision, Falwasi returned on the prowl, trailing the scent with her now bloody nose dropped to the ground in search for their next hunt. Her search came to a stop a few yards away, meeting a shallower hole that contained fewer rabbits than the former burrow. There were only two.

This time, the budding warrior stuck her head in the den instead of patiently pawing the home up, for this den was wide enough to raid without using her legs. Perhaps the only reason Falwasi could do it was thanks to her slim features, and this she believed, as she would not step back for Saber until she caught her prey.

She snapped carefully yet forcefully at the nearest rabbit, and felt its fur between her jaws. But clearly not strenuously enough, for with one kick of its legs, the creature jumped away, wriggling from the wolf's grasp with a wound who's origin was beginning to show its color. Falwasi growled at her misfortune, ordering herself to be more sturdy with her grip, to ignore any struggles and to shuffle her mouth around the prey should there be any.

So she stood, still as the leaves on a dry summer's day, muzzle hanging loose in the den as she scoured her orbs over the rabbits, that had surprisingly no where to go. It seemed that they had just 'moved in', which could have been the reason for their lack of channels and shallow and audacious start to the burrow.

Then, she instantaneously pinned the larger rabbit to the wall of the hole, the entire time blinded by the opaque sides of the entrance, eyes squinted shut to shield herself from all dust. The mousy rabbit quietened in its movements, though she knew was not dead. Falwasi began to count to three in her mind before she withdrew herself from the den with the dying creature, knowing the sandy male was already thinking ahead, next in line for the subterranean attack.

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