Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 16:38:09 GMT -6
The meadow was a strange place for this fox. She would much rather be up in the trees, climbing high above their heads to taunt the other creatures that happen to come by. But, today she was out in the meadow, trying to test her skills on catching rabbits. Usually, she would settle for a mouse or vole, but she wanted to get better, to be stronger. Sniffing through the tall grass, the little Swift Fox really lived up to her breed. She was swift, running as fast as the wind sometimes and never letting her paws stop her. Soon enough, the sound of a hare pricked her nose and she instantly slid to a stop, her heart thudding in her chest with the adrenaline.
She crouched low, waiting until it's gray-brown ears were fully in sight. When they were she bolted. The hare was fast, it's ground staying fair between itself and the vixen, but when she gave herself an extra burst of speed, the rabbit had no chance. Her ginger colored paws flew over the ground, weaving sticks in quick agility, that with every step brought her closer to the hare that was practically her size. With a final push of the hind legs she landed on top of it. Clinging as it raced on. Just as it was about to dive into a hole, the vixen was able to tug it's jugular with sharp, thin teeth. The rabbit thudded to the ground, eyes glazed over in death as the vixen pounded away, landing neatly on her paws.
There was a hint of success, triumph in her eyes. She was proud of herself. If only her kits could have seen a kill like that, they would be much more respectful of their mother. But, instead, she crouched on the kill, licking it's fur back so that she could eat it.
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