Dawnlark Plains ирээрэй

He pursued the prey with a sense of victory. It would not escape him. He continued to chase it closing the distance slowly. He was about to lunge forward and grab it but he picks up the scent of another wolf. He knew it was close. In the time he thought of this he slowed down. This gave the prey time to slip into a hole in the ground.

Darn it. This wolf cost him his hunt. They would pay dearly for this. He followed the scent until he saw the wolf. They appeared to be meditating. He took a chance and started moving quietly towards the wolf. Taking great care to step lightly to avoid the crunch of snow. He steps on a thorny stick and before he can stop himself lets out a quick yelp of pain. He knows he has given himself away and prepares for an attack. He growls softly.