She had come - she had come for the sounds and the smells and all the excitement that crackled like static. Over the ridge she came with no regard for hiding; bouncing, long strides and excitable yaps alerting nearby strangers of her presence. She fed off the excitement below, her pink-red gaze watching down on them as she slid from the ridge towards them all; she illuminated like fire, her copper fur sticking out like a sore thumb atop the summer foliage.

For a moment, she paused; large bat-like ears rotated about in search of straggling rabbits and head bobbing slightly as her gaze perused the landscape. They had scattered, but nearby she could hear the unmistakable sound of tiny claws against dirt and a heartbeat racing fast like a river. She held her strange rigged posture, her gaze landing on the forms of other wolves for a moment (her face was alight with a broad, playful grin) and yet her body demanded she obey her instincts. Slowly, her legs jolted beneath her, head lowering and paws delicately dancing towards the nearby shrubbery; beneath it, she could still hear them. Closer and closer she shifted, gaze drifting every so often as she passed the girl of cream and black leggings; a wave of her tail was offered but she did not stop, simply continued along on her stop-and-start trajectory. She wanted to play - she wanted to run down the hillside into the swarm of wolves and play games of chasing and water with them as she had with Banner. Alas, though, her stomach growled in protest and forced her head down the rabbit's hole.

Snuffling, she lowered her nose to the hole before her long, slender paws went to work; desperately and swiftly she dug and dug until a flash of white alerted her. With all the grace and swiftness of a viper, her muzzle flew down the burrow, a scream of protest snuffed out in seconds.

Victorious, she emerged, small hare kit between her jaws and her tail waving ecstatically behind her. She glanced to the others nearby; the white and black girl, the others in the distance - did they see? Did they wish to share? As if a game, she fell into a play bow, rolling her fresh kill about with her muzzle and pawing at it as a pup would.

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