The rabbit made no sound as it scurried across the coastline, lost and yet exhilarated. Rabbits were not made for long stretches of beach, the cover offered was poor and unfamiliar. But the rabbit was young and foolhardy and though as a beast of prey it was prone to fear above all else, it felt the vague thrill of adventure as it wandered. Nose wiggling and ears twitching it continued its last journey, blissfully unaware of what was coming for it. The sea lions for which the shore was named seemed nonthreatening, and the rabbit's dark eyes took them in with wonder. Trembling with excitement the rabbit poised for a bounding leap —
A swift dart forward and with a harsh, unyielding snap, Talluak grabbed the rabbit between his jaws. He was a massive beast, ghost white and draped with a cloak of crimson and gold. Talluak bit down as the rabbit screamed, blood pooling hot and heavy in his slavering jaws as the rabbit died. Golden eyes took in the salty shores and pale daylight creeping through the fog and he snorted with satisfaction as he dropped the rabbit down by his own feet and began tearing into the warm, rich flesh. Life as a lone wolf was not the greatest thing in the world, but he had found none worthy to follow as of yet.