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As she further locked into hunter mode, her eyes skipped from one rabbit to the next, counting. It was quick work; there were only four of them. They looked pleasantly plump. Just looking at them awoke her appetite and her blood lust. Saliva began pooling in her mouth, forcing her to lick her chops.

When Issorartuyok moved stealthily forward, Meerkat crept in tandem with him. They would make a bum rush and each do their best to capture one. They needed to get closer first, without alerting the rabbits to their presence. It wasn't going to be terribly easy with eight paws working over the frosty ground.

Right when she felt the perfect window of opportunity opened, she glanced at him. His tongue flashed out and Meerkat took this as a cue. Bunching her muscles, she sprang at the smallest rabbit on the far right of the little group. She sensed all four of them trying to scatter but honed her senses on her chosen prey.

Unfortunately, her second attempt at landing small game proved as unsuccessful as her first. The rabbit fled into a hidden hole and Meerkat drew up, panting, and looked to see if Issorartuyok had enjoyed better luck.