The day was unusually clear for winter. It was still cold, kind of, maybe just a bit warmer, but there wasn't a single white fluffy cloud in the sky, or any dark rain or snow filled clouds either. A beautiful day to be out and about doing what wolves usually did during the colder months, which was usually either keeping warm in the dens or out searching for prey. Lucky for Vera, she had been roaming the snowy lands looking for any last herbs, and had come across a hare completely oblivious to its surroundings. As a normal wolf would have done, she stalked it, got close to it, before pouncing seemingly out of nowhere. It helped so much that her pelt was the same shade of white as the snow as prey didn't know she was there until the last second, and that was all she needed to bring it down. The hare didn't stand a chance against her insanely awesome skills.
The Diminutive Ivory She-wolf padded leisurely back to the den that she and her mate shared, carrying the dead snowshoe hare in her jaws proudly. Rather than put it in the pack caches she had decided to give it to Florence as a tasty snack. Even though she probably should give it to the rest of the pack, it was only a hare, and plus, she wanted to surprise him with a gift. After everything that he had done for her, it was the least she could do. Pricking her ears, Vera padded to the den as soon as it was in sight, her tail swishing excitedly behind her at seeing him again, even though they had just been together the night before. Hopefully he was in the den already, or at least nearby, so she didn't have to wait too long to see his face once more.