[Aniya]

Thatcher followed the other’s gaze towards where the hare was bounding in the direction of the stream. He straightened, shifting his weight from one paw to another. “A hare? Oh, child’s play.” With that stated confidence, the omega began across the meadow; his steps were slow and calculated, the brown wolf making sure not to move too quickly less he frightened the critter. Thatcher would lower himself close to the ground, the grass brushing across his underside. There he would remain, statuesque and still, eyes fixed solely upon the hare — then, when he was sure he could reach it in time before it hopped off, he took off at full speed directly for the animal.

Thatcher wasn’t exactly the best hunter despite his previous bragging. If this had been a larger creature, he likely wouldn’t have been able to take it down. The hare, however, was small and, while generally fast, Thatcher was as well.
Within a matter of moments was the hare snatched up into Thatcher’s jaws. Pleased with his display, he would return back to the yet-to-be-named alpha and proudly drop the now dead animal in front of him.

“If that’d been a deer, you might’ve won this bet.” Thatcher cocked his head. “Looks like I’m capable of protecting myself against rabbits, huh?”