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Name:Wildfire|||||Gender: Female|||||Rank:Trainee/Hunter|||||Appearance: Smaller than others, brilliant flame-colored pelt, ruby eyes, black socks|||||Age:Three Human Years: 17 Wolf Years|||||Crush/Mate:None atm|||||Location:Forest Near Den|||||Action Performing:Hunting
A sleek red wolf sprinted up a narrow hill, struggling to retain her footing. Often, splashes of dust sprayed out to either side of her, when she almost skidded of the edge. Every muscle in her body ached; her chest deprived of breath and her paws cramping. But she forced herself to keep moving.
Ahead of her, a hare seemed to be faring much better than her. It easily made its way through the bramble and across the forest floor with smooth bounds. With every stride it took, it’s gray tail waved up to taunt it’s pursuer. Wildfire had been chasing the rabbit for what felt like miles; but couldn’t have been more than a few meters.
The hare’s tail bounced mere inches from Wildfire’s maw. The wolf’s teeth pulled into a snarl, and her eyes fixed on the tail. With a mighty push, Wildfire leapt forward in an attempt to catch the hare by the neck.
Instead, her teeth grazed the tail and barely drew blood from the hair. Her foot caught on a stone mid-pounce, offsetting her next steps. That sent her into a series of tumbles down the hill she had been running on. The last thing she caught sight of was the hare’s tail, disappearing into the safety of a burrow.
Wildfire sat there, absorbed in defeat. Her stomach rumbled loudly, adding insult to injury. How could she let hours of patient waiting and a fat hare go to waste? Now the pups and the whole pack was going to starve. This was perfect! Just perfect. Neither her father nor her mother would return home without prey. But her she was, standing here in the spring breeze, with no prey.
