They Call Me Spitfire

The rabbit had been a fluke.  It had run out in front of the girl and,  in a flash, she had her claws in it. As she sunk her teeth into it, the rabbit released a blood curdling scream as only a rabbit can do.  It startled the girl and she lost her grip.  The rabbit took off,  but she had wounded it. The evidence of that was the trail of blood that led away from the territory that her family held. She wasn't supposed to go out of the boundaries,  but she couldn't just let it suffer.  Her dad had told her so. Reluctantly,  she left the pack lands and followed the dying lapine.

The trail of blood and stench led her to a strange grove of trees. Ears tucked, the tiny wolf used her knowledge of stealth to creep quietly between the trees. She kept her body lowered and tried to hide her cream and grey body as much as possible. There was no knowing what was lurking here. With all of the gnarled, overgrown trees, it was difficult to see past them. There were many hiding places. She couldn't be too careful.