Phoenix Maplewood true like ice, true like fire

saaaameee!!

Sunday's eyes turned to him, to check on him. In time their hunts together would become seamless, but for now she was learning his own ways. Her tail waved again at the sight of him, as she could see where she spotted him his instinct was sharp.

As he bore right, and the hare moved between them, Sunday was swift to throw her weight in its direction and catch herself. Again she would need to pick up speed, but this was easy. It would be between them again soon enough... and soon enough came quickly! 

It was within her reach. Sunday Morning struck, quick and deliberate. An answering shriek rent the air, her teeth puncturing its hind-leg, and Sunday Morning knew Mountain Boulder would put an end to it as she dug into her heels. To release it would be to permit its escape; she left room for Mountain Boulder to quickly deliver the killing blow, all this in a stretch of milliseconds.