Meadowlark Prairie outta the woodwork

She stopped in her tracks and turned, looking up at the sky. Oh yeah. The storm. Laughing lightly at herself, her eyes sparkled a minute. Hold on. Be back. Hoping he understood, she trotted over the hill. The wind was picking up, but her impulsiveness got the better of her. He was nice, and she wanted to do something for him. Seeing the barren bush that she saw a rabbit duck into a hole earlier, she crouched as she neared it. There were at least 4 or 5 in there, but maybe she could get two. 
Belly crawling behind the bush, she waited. It didn't take long for ears to appear, followed by the tentative rabbit. She grinned as one more popped out. The wind picked up, her thick fur rustling as the wind shifted down wind. Letting out a single curse, she shot out of her position, blocking the rabbit hole. The rabbits froze for a second as they comprehended their hole was covered.
Lunging at one, she tasted blood as she bit down on the neck. She dropped it and saw the other rabbit sprint for the hole. Almost slipping, she made a grab for it, her teeth latching onto the tail.
Pure luck was on her side as her teeth sunk into more than just the tail. Not letting go, she jerked her head up then back down suddenly, breaking the rabbit's neck. Not her choice of how to kill them, but it worked. 
Having taken about 15 minutes, the snow had started to fall heavier, the wind whipping around her. Grabbing both rabbits, she trotted back over the hill, hoping he was still there.