Dragoncrest Cliffs his blood burning

maybe someone silkie hasn't (officially) met yet? but otherwise entirely all welcome. :-)

lately the paradigm of silkie's habit to play chase has begun it's naturally shift from playful to predatory. he's a hunter by nature, of course, but anything that he classifies as food running from him automatically ignites his desire to hunt. it's an unlucky chipmunk that has his attention this morning as silkie chases it through hougeda, winding through the tunnels that take him deeper into the pack's communal denning area. lucky for the young dragonling he doesn't slam into anyone on his hunt. eventually the chipmunk, in it's disorientation and fright corners itself and silkie unapologetically uses his prey's confusion to his advantage. he seizes the opportunity by lunging forward and trapping the frightened animal between his too-big-for-him paws.

silkie doesn't let it suffer. he makes quick work of it's death and gulps it down, drawing his salmon pink tongue across his jowls afterwords. it's only after the adrenaline from the hunt begins to fade out of his system does he realize that he's panting. he presses his side against the rough, cold stone and takes a moment to catch his breath. eyes scanning the small cavern, silkie takes note of the stalactites that hover like the sharpened teeth of some ancient beast high above him as begins to contemplate the task of finding his way back to the main chamber of hougeda.