Redtail Rise run rabbit run

The pale she-wolf remained at ease, watchful in a way that welcomed Masquerade closer. The pup lingered, motionless, for a minute or two more before finally bracing her forelegs and stretching out her neck. Her lips peeled back from her teeth as she snatched one of the rabbit’s limp hind legs, then slowly dragged it toward herself until she could pin it to the ground with a paw.

Her mouth watered, though before Masque tucked into the meal, her auriferous eyes tracked over the adult one final time. Everything about her demeanor invited the pup to claim the kill. At last, the Bearn bent down to begin tearing at the flesh and fur with her teeth, her hesitant manner disappearing as she bolted down mouthfuls of tender meat.