(It's hard to think of things to hunt when you are not sure which ones are protected by the pack)
Rabbit slips into the Snow Pack territory, her footsteps silent. She is careful not to catch her stringy hair on the thorns of the wild rose bushes. She dared to venture here only because she knows there are new pups. The two older ones are too hard to capture. The stripy one reminded her vaguely of something, but she refused to think of it.
She can see the familiar style of nest huts built by Osprey, the herb wolf. Scowling, she begins to crawl on her belly in the dark. She can hear the pups' cries now.
Dove pounces upon her hare, catlike. Without bothering with manners, she tears into it, devouring everything possible.
Sandpiper pricks her ears, sensing something. Something dangerous.