She had ran at top speed away from that gathering, but now for some reason the mostly black female almost felt guilty for it. Though she had only been there for a few minutes, and yet something called out to her, trying to get her to go back. As she entered the woodland her white paws slowed to an easy trot. She decided that she should hunt sooner. Her dark coat blended into the shadows as her white tipped ears flicked, her mismatched eyes zeroed in on the prey before her. The rabbit was unaware of her presence enough to take a few hops in her direction, she stalked forth three paces. Her frost tipped tail flicked as she surged forth, the rabbit barely had enough time go in the opposite direction. She had it, she picked up her kill, and carried it making her way to an old hollowed tree, this she often use as her place to sleep. She rotates to random sleeping spots every few nights to avoid being found. Since it was still pretty cold out her prey would rot slower, so she'd save it until she would normally eat.

As dusk fell, she found her decision to hunt earlier than planned was a good one for it was going to be moonless, dark night. She fell asleep only intending a few hours, it was peaceful enough for her. While she was been sleeping, she had thought she had heard the sound of paw steps approaching; she had dismissed them as part of her dreams, since she hadn't really woken from them either.