Stormcloud dashed after the rabbit, through brush and over logs and rocks, around trees, and under roots. He was closing in. His run was odd, due to his back leg, which ached every time it touched the ground. However, he had learned how to run without it barely brushing the forest floor, though it could be described better as a three-legged skip. Geez, this rabbit got far from its burrow. He thought, then was consumed by the chase once again. He swerved and missed a tree trunk, then pounced. His paws met the soft brown fur they were aiming for. He grasped the struggling creature in his jaws and broke its neck. He brought his tail up triumphantly.