Sun Mote Copse Brimful of asha on the 45

She followed the warm, metallic scent, expecting to find one of her pack mates standing over a fresh kill. Instead, she discovered a rabbit scrabbling about in the snow, leaving smears of red as it flopped about like a fish out of water. Wildfire's predatory instincts took over and she hastened nearer, observing the lapin's broken leg and then pinning the suffering creature to the ground in a matter of seconds. Her head lowered to snuff out its life.

The Sovereign stood there, foot still pressing against the stilled and bleeding body, but before she could coax herself to eat, footsteps made her turn. "Tulimaq," Wildfire said, her voice coming out a little croakier than she would've liked. She cleared her throat and added, "Hello." She blinked down at the hare beneath her foot, removing it. "Would you like to share this?"