The white ghost moved at a click through the Lore, slipping between the tree's tight crevices. About a week ago, Hecate had been strolling about in the Rise and to her surprise, she had found a rabbit hole nuzzled between two oaks. Today appeared to be slow, so she made her way to go check on it. In hopes of bringing something back for her matriarch's pups, the mission was riding her back a little heavier. The twin girths caught her eyes between the greenery, a childish smile managing to plaster itself on her muzzle. The rabbit was just sitting there! Who could have known it was so easy?
The unsuspecting body ate at the clover on the forest floor, allowing her time to attack. She skidded past the rabbit's backside, opening her jaws wide to crush them down. CLICK. A miss. Her prey took off at the speed of light into the bushes as she scrambled up and into the brambles. "Dammit!" She shouted, the thorns snagging at her skin while the idea of a meal pushed her on. With a final tug, she was released from the foliage and was put back on the rabbit's tail. There was no way she was getting home on time today.