Golden Glade Could've been the Willie Nelson

He had a good feeling about hunting in the woodlands to the south of his pack's claimed territory, and it turned out that it hadn't been a bad idea at all. He circled around the glade as the morning sun shone down through the branches in tall beams of light, and he could smell rabbits- plenty of them. It was possibly a warrn, he thought, of wild rabbits who were much more concerned, presently, about multiplying and eating the rich, green grasses that were beginning to grow again, shooting up through the dead leaves from the previous fall. This would be an excellent place to hunt. 

He stalked along, trying to gauge from a distance what might have been his best point of attack. He considered the fact that he should have returned to the pack, found Wraen or Figment or someone- to take hunting with him, so that he might have better chances, but he was too hungry. There were too many rabbits. He was like a fox eyeing a hutch of barn rabbits, or a coop of chickens...He had the opportunity here to make more than one kill, if he placed his cards right.