Mizuki was up long before the rising of the sun, not actually having gone to sleep the night before. She stalked slowly through the brush and trees, following the strong scent of Rabbit. As she got to a clearing she spotted it, the critter rummaging around the roots of a bush for its own meal. Steadying herself against the trunk of a tree, and concealing herself from the Rabbit's sight at the same time, she glanced at her side to make sure her wound was still closed. 

Scenting the air and checking the direction of the light breeze that ruffled her pelt, she carefully moved downwind of the critter and began to creep towards it, readying to pounce. She saw its nose twitch and jumped on it, crushing its neck in her jaws at the same time as she felt her wound reopen. Dropping her kill and lying on her unwounded side she began to lick the wound until the bleeding stopped enough for her to eat. 

She knew there were other wolves in the area, some in a pack and some alone like herself, and as she ate she hoped that none of them would find her in her current state. She was not in good enough condition to fight off anyone if her wound opened from just hunting.