Haunted Wood Ridin' to nowhere on 65

Thisbe was tired after their stay in the unfamiliar wood. The sounds of creatures that roamed in darkness had kept her ears perked, alert for any approaching shapes. Pyramus had slept the entire time and had woken with a sickeningly cheery expression.

The dark she-wolf scented the rabbit. Thisbe sniffed sharply, trotting forward to trail after the remnants of prey aroma until she found where the rabbit had stopped to feed on leaves.

One look to Pyramus stated she did not care about the wolves. She wanted food.