Board Thread:Animal Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161102034454/@comment-31605619-20161104005548

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Quince's paws fell heavily in the crunchy, yet thin layer of snow, as he chased after the small white tail that was up like a flag, as the large hare raced away from him. With a loud bark of triumph, he sprang, and just as the hare leapt towards it's burrow, he landded uponed it, his heavy pwas smashing into the poor rabbit's head. He clamped his jaw around it's neck, feeling blood trickle into his mouth, and he gave the prey a good shake, just to make extra sure it was dead. The hefty make then trotted, his tail lifted happily, towards the shadow of a great pine, under which the ground had been mostly spared from the snow. He began to eat, the warmth already almost completely gone from the prey.