The jackrabbit had done little to slake the beast's hunger or thirst. At least the beast was able to devour every bit of it. Not even a bone was left. But the wildness was still rising uncontrollably within him. Driving it, telling it what it needed to do.
The landscape had been still, disturbed only by the faint rustling of leaves and the whisper of other animals as they moved in their nocturnal wanderings. It'd snapped the rabbit's neck as soon as it caught it so its outcry was little more than a squeak.
But the feeding had been over far too quickly. Getting caught in the act was not a problem, as long the beast picked its prey in areas where nothing could disturb it. It was long gone by the time the discovery was made. And thanks to its special ability, it left no trace. But like any other wily hunter, it knew it couldn't attack if there was an audience.