Rising Sun Valley Dread Hunger

Still running. Even now, she was STILL running away from him, and that dd nothing but piss him off more. Had she dropped the hare, he wouldn't have found himself at this point, but she'd done this to herself. That was his food, and he was certain of it. Same hare he let go, and same hare he hunted back down, only to find it wrapped in the jaws of some salivating -CENSORED-.

Faster. Faster. Faster. Each given second, he was closing distance. How weak she must have been, unable to keep up with her own muscles and having them fail her. It wasn't like she could have been much older or younger than him. It just meant that she was out of practice, and that meant out of luck. With little time to brace, the dusty pelt of the hawk-like demon took flight. No longer were his feet touching the ground. He'd taken himself into a full soar, and not gliding, but falling sharply crashing into her feeble body. A smarter move would've been to wait for the upcoming dip ahead of him in order to tumble her down it, but he'd entirely disregarded it. It didn't matter. He wanted his stupid bunny. In snaps and snarls, barks and chokes, he'd gone from taking her down to the ground to trying to lively snap at her mouth in repeated attempts.