Lucy was wandering through the woods, sniffing at the air. She had caught scent of some kind of animal... Perhaps a jack rabbit? She couldn't tell. Neither did she care. She was more or less the top predator around, and she always had room for a meal. The black furred wolf skulked through the brush, making sure to follow from down wind to keep herself from being smelled.
Continuing along the trail, Lucy found the scent was far more intense than it should have been. At this point, she should have seen some kind of movement, and yet everything was just eerily still, save for the gentle breeze that stirred the leaves every so often.
Once coming upon a clearing, she stood stalk still. She had found the source. And it was standing before her. Well, standing wasn't the right word. Towering worked far better. The titanic rabbit merely smirked down upon the wolf, bending over to pinch her up between her thumb and index finger. Even if her feet weren't locked to the ground, Lucy could never hav