Shhh... Be vewwy, vewwy quiet...I'm hunting wabbits! Who: Sadie When: After sunset. Where: Scarlet Oak State Park What: Sadie goes on the hunt solo style. (Poor little rabbit.)
The sun was setting and night was about to make its appearance. The Park, thankfully, had just closed. The park ranger was lazy and really didn’t check too well for intruders, but then Sadie had expected as much. She has her bike and duffel bag lay on the ground, strategically covered by fallen branches so that at first glance no one would suspect what was really there. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do. Thankfully, most of her bike was black and her duffel bag was a dark grey color.
Sadie took a few moments to scan the area, stretching her senses to the max, but she did not sense anything other than the stirrings of natures. That was when she slipped out of her clothes. She folded them neatly and set them on top of her shoes before covering them with the waiting twigs she had gathered. For a moment she crouched low to the ground, stripped completely bare. Sadie was not over conscious about how her body looked, since she had spent a good portion of her time stripping in front of people (like her old pack) in order to change, so she did not make any efforts to cover herself.
Then she changed. She did not need to wait till the moon rose in order to change, and she was sure she was safe. Once the transformation was completely a petite brown wolf stood in the spot where she had been crouching mere moments before. She stretched in the lazy way most wolves and canines did, muzzle opening in a yawn. It felt good to be in wolf form.
For a moment she let herself enjoy the new freedom and romped around her hidden things, yipping in a happy fashion. And then she caught a scent. A rabbit. Her long tongue slid out to lick her chops before she buried her nose in the foliage that held the scent. Once she had a strong sense of her prey she barked and began to track it.
She moved stealthily, like her father had taught her, nose following the rabbits trail as her ears flicked from side to side, catching the sounds around her as her eyes scanned the immediate area. This was a new habit, one brought on by having to keep ahead of the hunters. She needed to be alert at all times. The days when she could delve her whole being into the hunt and focus only on the trail was gone, Riley and his father had seen to that.
As Sadie advanced the scent got stronger, letting her know she was getting closer. This kept up until finally she slowed and crouched low. The rabbit was cleaning itself, staying still. Luckily Sadie was already down wind, so the little creature would not see her coming. She crept closer, keeping the noise to the bare minimum. Finally the rabbit sensed something was off and stood straight with ears twitching, which put a wolfish smile on Sadie’s muzzle. The fun was about to begin.
Sadie’s muscle tensed and she got ready for the pounce, and then finally she sprung out from behind her cover. Sadie was immensely satisfied with herself when she damn near got the rabbit in one go, but then it wouldn’t be fun without the chase. Rabbits were fast little creatures, but they did not have the stride a wolf did. Within two minutes the rabbit was safely clutched in her muzzle, properly shaken so its neck was snapped and it no longer struggled.
Sadie trotted back to her chosen area with a spring in her step, pleased with herself in only a way a canine can be. She settled down by her things with the rabbit between her front paws, her tail wagging behind her. One thing had to be said about being a werewolf, you never really had to go hungry.