Aurora sprinted after the rabbit as quickly as her legs would carry her. This rabbit may very well be the difference between life and death. Unfortunately for the she-wolf, Aurora had never been very good at hunting. Back when she had been in a pack, she had been a caretaker. She'd raised the pups and cared for the sick or injured. Never hunted. By instinct, she knew the basics of what she was doing, but she'd had no training. She had never gone on the big, group hunts. She almost wished she were hunting a bigger animal. At least that way it would be easier to keep track of the creature. As it was, this little white-coated rabbit was nearly impossible to see in the knee-deep snow. With each bound, the animal disappeared and reappeared. Disappeared, reappeared. And, eventually, she lost it, and off it went into the snow.
Disappointment flooded Aurora as she slid to the ground in defeat and exhaustion. She had not eaten in a week. She had survived solely off of eating snow for water, but she could not do this much longer. She would surely die soon. This infernal winter would never end. She did not even have the strength to get up and head back to her little den. The last thing she remembered before she passed out was the snow that continued to fall silently around her.
Disappointment flooded Aurora as she slid to the ground in defeat and exhaustion. She had not eaten in a week. She had survived solely off of eating snow for water, but she could not do this much longer. She would surely die soon. This infernal winter would never end. She did not even have the strength to get up and head back to her little den. The last thing she remembered before she passed out was the snow that continued to fall silently around her.