Sleeping Dragon Look what I got

It was new and different, trying to fell a rabbit without killing it. It required fine-tuned motor control and mental restraint. Anyone who knew Wildfire knew she didn't exactly excel in the former department, specialty aside. Somehow, though, she managed. She broke one of the hare's hind legs, then clamped her jaws around the struggling critter's scruff and hastily carried it toward the rendezvous site. The thing let out a few shrill cries that made her ears slick backward, not to mention a couple of well-aimed kicks to her face and neck.

She probably deserved it, though Wildfire didn't feel that bad when she arrived at her destination and unceremoniously spat the wounded pest onto the ground, then pinned it in place with a paw. She let out a short howl, calling for @Thyri, @Hvitserk, @Eske and @Freyja to come practice their hunting skills on the poor floppy-eared, fluffy-tailed victim.