Jasmine crept through the bushes as quiet as she could, she loved helping other wolves but occasionally she needed some time for herself. She crouched into a pounce position and launched, she pinned a stick to the ground before she frowned, that couldn’t be right. Was her nose deceiving her because she could have sworn she could smell a rabbit, and all she got was this lousy stick.
With a sigh Jasmine stood up and glanced anxiously around to see if anyone had seen, their beta, the alpha’s sister no less pouncing on sticks.