Wasp is in a crouching position, silently stalking a rabbit, drool dripping from her maw as she imagines the taste on her tongue. She pounces, clawing it's eyes, then biting into it, devouring it from how famished she was. She finishes, sitting up, then placing her bottom on the ground, lifting her mitt, grooming her pelt, her ears twitching as the breeze hits them.
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