Beneath the dappled light of the afternoon sun which fought to break through the dense cloud cover and sparse cedarwood canopy, the small tundra wolf had managed to conceal herself away from immediate view and nestled up against the moss-covered bark of a rotten tree trunk.
Clenched firmly between her large dirt-stained paws, a half-naked dead rabbit slumped awkwardly to one side, its once deep brown eyes now a dull navy blue as Embla took her time to delicately pluck the soft fur from its limp body. The bitter chill of the wind quickly stole the last touch of warmth from its skin and blew the discarded clumps of agouti fur across the frosty forest floor.
Grimacing at the pieces of fur which clung stubbornly to her teeth and dark lips, Embla scraped her tongue against the sharp pointed edge of her incisors to dislodge the irritating mass. The bridge of her muzzle wrinkled, and her ears pressed back in mild annoyance as she snorted the fur away, her deep amber eyes watching as the rabbit fur floated away in the breeze.
Focusing back on her meal, the young female began tearing open the rabbit, her dark whiskers taking on a crimson hue as she continued to nip and gnaw at it hungrily.
(This post was last modified: Mar 02, 2022, 07:38 PM by Embla.)