"Let every dawn be to you as the beginning of life, and every setting sun be to you as its close."-John Ruskin
As the dawn emerged from the treeline to the east, beams of light shined through the clearing called Hush Meadow. As the nocturnal animals settled down for the day, shutting their eyes and resting their weary heads, the diurnal animals stretched their tired limbs and opened their eyes to the morning. The morning dew glistened in the wave of sunlight, and the morning sky was colored warmly.
Linara opened one eye after the other, peering drearily towards the sun's abrupt awakening. With the den's mouth facing east, it was always hard to miss the sun rise. This was good for Linara. a head start on hunting, although Linara rolled on her other side and shaded her face, unwilling to force herself up at the time being. Linara closed her eyes, willing herself to fall back into dream land, before giving up and pushing herself onto her feet.
In Linara's old pack, it was pansophy that Linara was not a morning person, however living as a lone wolf always meant getting the first hunt meant getting food for the day. As Linara mustered up the strength to drag herself up from out of the den, her maw parted in a yawn. Her tongue curled up towards her upper jaw as her eyes closed shut. a sharp yawning noise escaped from her jaws as she came to a conclusion, and she snapped her jaws shut. She briefly stretched, looking out towards the sun, before padding into the surrounding woods.
Her nose went down to the ground and she smelled some small game around. from what the smell indicated, it was a hare, and she hadn't smelled it before. the brush moved to the left of her and she dropped onto her haunches into a crouch. Her eyes and nose silently investigated the area for any sudden changes int he environment. ht ebrush moved again and this time, she was sure. As she shot her eyes to the direction of the sound a rather large hare appeared into veiw. It's nose twitched slightly, almost anticipating danger in it's fidgety manner.
Linara stood on her toes, her eyes following the hare as it moved across the brush. It moved with caution, so it must have already sensed her. She watched it as it set itself up onto it's back legs, sniffing the air with a careful manner, before Linara tensed her muscles and jumped. the poor hare looked up before it was too late, and it's powerful back legs propelled against the ground, Linara pinned it's body with her strong paws. Her eyes settled on the rabbit's neck, and it let out a horrified squeal before Linara threw her head down and bit it's little neck. It's petty attempts at escape were pointless, as the hare went limp. Satisfied, Linara carried the rabbit to her den, setting in between her paws and sighing.
The morning had not progressed much, and she was quite bored. She let her bottom jaw hang loose as she panted. Her side heaved as she did this, and the paused for a moment, almost searching for someone to talk to before looking down at the hare again, and ripping into it's side carnivorously.