Show me that Winter never lasts.

Fur flopped, a tail swing, ears wiggled, and paws thudded upon the ground. The Tiger marked Wolf flopped through the plains. Her eyes were shut but her mind was opened. Beyond the sound of her own breath, flopping, and pad falls. She heard a rustling. Latalia was an adventurous one. She often sought out things she really shouldn't. Like after seeing the long Cottonmouth as she moved her way into the plains, most women would have turned around. But, not Latalia. The woman was fearless and excited about everything. The Carmel woman was so tiny she was barely visible through the tall grass and various bushes. Her fur had sticks and mud in it. She hadnt bathed in days. The girl was also quite skinny, due to the fact that she hated hunting. Killing harmless animals seemed so cruel to her. But, when the hunger growls kept her up at night she would find a Mouse and dine. But, the scent of others brought her eyes open. Skittered across the plain would be a darker colored Wolf taking down a Rabbit, or so she thought. Latalia watched the animal plop into the hole, dissapearing. She cheered for the critter on the inside but merely smiled on the outside. The very small Wolf moved over to the other Wolf with wide eyes. Her fur flung about with each step, looking very messy. But her white stripes were still prominent. "Clever trick!" She referred to the meal that got away. The tan babe stopped and stared at the other lady with her head cocked to the side. "I am sure there are more to be caught!"