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It was quiet at night. It was comfortable, to him. He enjoyed the silence and the darkness, it was easy on his eyes and ears. He didn't have to worry about hawks at night. He could hunt on the surface to his hearts content.
He was no moor runner, but he was still just as quick. Sure, he had to put more effort in, but he adored the feeling of the wind rushing through his fur, taking leaps and bounds over small slopes and embracing the feeling of freedom it brought him.
In fact, in his sprint, he had picked up the scent of a rabbit. He was going too fast to stop, so he was going to have to outrun this rabbit. His feet carried him steadily as he closed in, the rabbit hearing him and bolting for the nearest burrow.
The gap between them was closing, and with claws outstretched he sprung. Claws dug into the rabbit's hide as they tumbled through the grass. They came to a halt just at the border where Yewberry quickly bit into it's neck and secured his kill.
Panting, he looked at the rabbit.
What a rush
@Fleecefur