Wolf was flying through the grass, right on the tail of a limp rat. That sucker was fast. The grass ended for a second, his paws thudding on a dirt path, clawing out chunks of it with every step. As he leaped, he was just about to land on the rat before a large shadow stopped him, looking up there was an extremely large dog, drool and all, growling at him. He puffed his fur, hissed, and high-tailed it down the dirt path, dog in his wake as he completely forgot about his dinner.
He swerved to the left, heading back into the grass, dog still trying to follow, he ran as fast as he could to the forest, hoping to take cover in a shrub thicket, one which would keep the dog at bay. He scooted his body into the large shrub, watching as the dog pawed and whined at him. Wolf made his escape through the back of the shrub, sneaking back into the forest, the shrub and dog out of sight.
Wolf lay on his side under an oak tree, stomach rumbling and him mumbling at his bad luck.