Hoshor Plains grinning

Now more difficult to spot, the wild hares had begun to use their pale winter coats to their advantage and blend in with the shifting snow. One creature, however, was older- and had failed to don its plush white coat soon enough. Spotted and targeted by the voracious young wolf, it was chased this way and that and surrendered with a short, high-pitched scream. 

Fair enough, thought the fiery wolf, as she settled into the snow and began to carelessly rip her meal apart. The world was for the young.