Post by Tiger Frost on Jan 23, 2009 18:31:54 GMT -8
Blue eyes scanned the snow-covered Hillsides, nothing moved, except for his broad head. Tiger Frost looked from left to right, trying to find out where his prey had disappeared to. His claws dug deep into the fresh blanket of snow, furious that he'd lost his prey's scent in the moisture filled air. A sudden flash of brown caught his attention, and he quickly raced after it. He leapt through the air, landing on his rabbit, who continued to try and escape. He bit deep into the flesh, snapping the rabbit's neck with ease. He lifted his head, just as he caught the whiff of something unfamiliar........