Fire and Ice
Anticipation began to course through her as she now started flailing her body around. Perhaps if she wiggled enough she could get free. Despite how much she squirmed and pushed, she did not budge in the slightest. The tight burrow seemed to keep getting hotter and hotter. It was already quite warm out now that summer had arrived, but even more so underground. Jaws bit down harder on the corpse that dangled in her muzzle with delight as more blood dripped onto her tongue. It was as if the rabbits blood quenched her thirst like water.
The stranger was now standing over the burrow and digging with his talons. Dirt tumbled around the entrance. It became looser and slightly wider. The young female again pushed with all of her might gathered in her limbs and shoulders. His voice tickled her ears as she kept trying to break free of the vice grip the burrow seemed to have on her. Ignoring him, she made one last attempt, bones snapping between bloodied teeth while grinding them as if it would gather more strength. At last there was success. She stumbled back slightly, tightly clinging to her catch. Clumps of dirt clung to her creamy fur. Pale, violent eyes glanced at the youngster in silence for a brief moment before her body began to violently shake, relieving herself from the soil. Then, she gently lowered her muzzle to the earth and laid to rest the lifeless hare. Her nose gave it a soft push toward the brown male's paws. Lifting her head up high again with fluffy, ivory chest puffed out, she gave him a stiff nod.
"Thank you," her words were like chiming crystals tapping one another. "You can keep the rabbit if you do not ever speak of this to anyone," she told him sternly, eyes piercing into his bi-colored ones.