Firefly Glen [PHE] silver swords

a hare ran wildly along the edge of the camps, ancelin hot on its trail. despite the number of wolves gathered in one place, the animal's calculation led it to a mad dash through the middle of the glen itself.
naturally the crowds made ancelin draw up harshly, laughing a little at himself, but he continued his now quite-slowed pursuit, a bit awed at the animal's courage.

Kitty was pursuing the hare, too.

He didn't realize he had company until the scent-trail brought him nearly headlong into the patchwork-pelted man, looking eagerly down the road the quarry had cut through the forest.

The boy stopped short, looking awkwardly toward the man, shrinking into himself.

The other wolf carried heavy scent-markings, and an air of confidence that sent Kitimat folding downward in deference, eyes darting here and there. His nostrils still flared, and he waited for the go-ahead; it might never come, since he was late upon the scene.

His orange gaze lit querily upon the Bearclaw wolf, brows lifted along with it.

when he glanced down, a boy was there. he wore a seaside scent and reminded the bearclaw man at once of his daughters. a wave of his tail greeted the young hunter. "are you following that too?" he asked, but had already decided it must be so.
"we have to get around everyone else," ancelin explained. "come on. it's gone that way." he stalked off, glancing back once for the dark-muzzled child.

He was frozen for a moment, mouth slightly agape, as the man spoke. Though he wasn't too much smaller than the average-sized wolf, he was still much his junior—and a stranger, to boot. To add to that, the invitation was more of a command, and Kitimat briefly looked around for his mother or some other Moontide adult.

None were in sight. So. . .

With a shrug, he carried on after Ancelin, trotting obediently at the Bearclaw wolf's flank. The two sped down the trail, skirting past various groups and flitting through the trees. And the smell of rabbit was growing stronger as they went—

The boy gasped quietly as he noticed powerful hindquarters and the unmistakable flash of fluffy white that marked their quarry's backside, moving at pace toward a heavily-thicketed portion of the forest.

encouraging the boy ahead with a chuff, ancelin bounded forward and to one side. his longer legs and greater speed lent him the ability to move neatly into the tangled rookery of the forest, where he meant to catch the rabbit unawares and send it terrified back toward the young hunter.
teamwork made the dream work, as the saying went.
keep going! his indigo eyes glinted as he glanced back once at the boy.

The man's eyes and gestures spurred him forward; Kitimat needed no more permission to surge into the brush, chasing after the hare.

As he ran, he felt the wind of those churning hind legs whirring into his face. He was so close. . .

And with a bound, he seized the hare by one back limb and felt it snap between his teeth;

And his eyes were wide and staring, the quarry limping in his wake, and now it was caught between the orbit of Kitimat and Ancelin, and. . .

Here! Kitimat exclaimed, above the cries of the hare beneath them.