Overture Downs sunlight on the meadow

Quiet.

Paw after paw, step after step. She had to stay silent. Slinking her way through, her path followed the white one, though picking up the pace. She wanted the rabbit, she wanted it badly.

Her stomach compelled her to move along, her nose and eyes guiding her paws. She didn't see the line the white on traveled, she only continued her way to follow in silence.

Closer and closer she got, almost two wolf lengths away. Her body was low to the ground, breaths inaudible. Slow, she must slow down.

Waiting, she waited for him to continue before she would follow.