Chapter 149

Oh the rabbit was a brilliant hindsight. The ground shook left, right then left, right. He was upside down. Leg caught in a snare trap, wolf panted. He growled, absolutely furious, every small creature quit it's chittering at the behest of a predator. Then, to her surprise, he laughed. She had never seen a wolf laugh before. He was barking and huffing, tongue lolling.

He had written her off as innocent. And walked right into a snare trap. He would have otherwise noticed it, but clearly, she was better at making them work from a distance. She can't be much further. The thought spurred him on. The vine sturdy enough to hold his weight took five hooked lashes to break him free.

Vanessa grinned when she saw him land on his back with an audible thump. Served him right.

Licking his abused ankle, he spent several minutes undoing the trap when suddenly the vines straightened back to their original shape. The evidence of the trap marked by his labored breath and nothing but. Clever. Very cle