Sunbeam Lair To the Roots

Perhap both? :3

The large black wolf was tracking a vole. But he was doing so in quite a peculiar way. Noctura was finally starting to seize his own fate and train himself away from violent tendencies, channelling non-violent thoughts so that physical instincts were realised in a manner that was almost abstract. In this case, he was following the vole by using the weather. The breeze sped east, so Noctura moved downwind and the vole remained unsuspecting. He predicted that, in its little venture for nibbles, it would continue east due to its diminutive size and the comparative strength of the breeze. He proved correct, watching its little form scuttle its way from the undergrowth. Then, when he gazed skywards and smelled the possibility of drizzle in the near future, Noctura wagered that the vole had smelled likewise and would shortly bring its travels to a pause. So he had to move fast.

The problem with this weather-based style of tracking was that it took a while. And it was possible a younger, quicker wolf was also on the rodent's trail...

As Noctura began to prowl slowly towards the vole, planning a kill, his great shadowy form hidden in the undergrowth, the blond figure of Leo darted out from elsewhere and snatched it up. It gave its final squeak, a final crack of its little skull, the boy exclaimed in delight... and then he was off before Noctura could reveal himself. He recovered quickly from the surprise, but was rather charmed by how proud Leo had been of himself, so decided to follow him to congratulate him. That was quite impressive, said the deep-voiced Brit as he caught up to the excitable youth, though his eyes swiftly moved to the figure of Asterr, who to Noctura was as warm and bright as sunlight, and he gave her a faint but genuine smile.