Moonspear restless leg [bwp]

Dune saw the fox, and a quick sideways glance at Wraen let him know that she had seen it as well. He slowed his pace, coming to a stealthy creeping walk instead of the brisk trot he'd been doing before. The quick crunch-crunch-crunch of snow became a much slower and softer crunch... crunch... crunch...

Up ahead, Dune spotted the fox tilting its head back and forth, looking into the snow. Like the two wolves, it was also hoping to catch its next meal. Unlike the two wolves, it was both the hunter and the hunted. When Dune saw an opportunity to strike, he sprang forward, eye on the prize and jaws ready to clamp down on the first bit of flesh he could sink his teeth into.