"There was a flash of black and Larka knew that she was seeing the grass that was rushing by, the leaves and stems, through different eyes, the hare's eyes. She felt herself springing, her claws opening and her paws reaching out, but with it she felt a horror grip her and then an agonizing pain in her own body. Larka was tumbling, sightlessly now, with the hare caught in her paws, feeling its own agony as she killed it."
-The Sight by David Clement-Davies
casually reposting this because I realized the winter scenery didn't match the excerpt from the book >>