Duck Lake A real go getter

Sven was oblivious to the other wolf that walked on silent paws around the edges of his quarry. Instead he watched them with a light of flame flickering in those grey eyes.

Saliva pooled beneath his tongue and he waited. Watched. Shoulders low, body in stalking position.

It felt like forever, as they resettled. He stood still. Quiet. Waiting. Patience was a virtue taught at his fathers paws.

 Finally, he burst forward. Grabbing the nearest about the throat. It beat him with a wing. Poked his eye, but he won. It lay in a pile of plumage and blood at his feet.

The others taking flight. But he knew they wouldn't get far. He'd try for another once he caught his breath and his adrenaline slowed.

rolled a success in tabletop :)