>> I stand on the edge.

The obsidian female walked through the vast cold. The snow had covered her fur and had caused it to be stained with the small, white particles. Her ebony claws crunched underneath the foliage that covered this landscape. The sound of ducks continued to cause her ear to erect, for winter was coming ever faster, and they would need to be warm from this cold place they once called home. Her emerald optics scanned the land. She was close to her home, but she was much nicer than most of her pack and smiled as the frigid wind whipped against her face and pelt.

The warm smell of another wolf came close to her, and as she was able to make out his obsidian coat, with all different dark colors around his tail, she watched him stalk the hare. She went low and hid in the deep grass, and when the rabbit was moving close to her and into the grass, she managed to get it and shake the life out of it's small stature as it screamed out in pain.

The rabbit hung in her mouth, but no blood stained it's coat or hers. And she could tell this brute was a year younger than she, but he still seemed to have been able to hunt very well. His posture was precise and his body lean, while she was also a bit as large as he was. She approached him and placed the hare down in front of him and gave a small smile as she began to walk away.