(Okay cool)
Hawthorn limped through the snow, cold wind tugging at his fur. He sighed. "Hunting has been slim lately.." He said to himself quietly. He stood still for a moment, his ears twitched. Suddenly, he leaped into the air propelled by his one back leg and buried his snout in the snow. When he lifted his head, a motionless lemming was dangling from his jaws. "Finally, some food..." He sat and ate, shivering against the extreme cold.
Thud, thud, thud, thud... Jinx, a small fox, was running through the tundra carrying a large arctic hare, which was almost as big as her. A few yards behind a pair of foxes chased after her. "FILTHY PREY THIEF!" One of them hissed at her. "GIVE THAT BACK!" The other creamed. "Catch me if you can!" She yelled back at them.