Neverwinter Forest how junior got his head put out

anyone welcome! set immediately after this thread. preferred not siblings just yet, but wouldn't complain, either :)

The sun crested over the peaks to the east, attempting to dispell any remaining fog with its light, but some of the more stubborn strands held on tightly to their grips of the trees that surrounded the cream-coated male. Not all that much time had passed since he had a near-encounter with the intruiging dark duo. But enough for Eir to become bored and for his thoughts to return to that of his deserter siblings. A scowl crept across his face, hard glint sharpening his gaze.

And he was suddenly hungry. The kind of hunger that was spurred by anger. His nose violently tested the wind, seeking the scent of some unsuspecting prey — any kind would do — with pure lust. And it didn't take long before he caught and followed the aroma of a rather plump hare, muscular frame half lowering to the ground as he stalked silently towards it, pupils dilating and retreating when they locked on the creature, settling down further into the foilage, muscles tensing and relaxing. Slowly at first and then with increasing speed as he moved with painful slowness towards the rabbit, circling off to the side and downwind, spiraling in with careful precision. He hid behind a tree, pasterns nearly touching the ground, so low was he, his head fallen even further, eyes alight and alert, muscles preparing, waiting, until he launched himself with incredible power from his haunt, directly at the unsuspecting hare.

But while the creature was unsuspecting, it was not unprepared. All prey was always prepared for this inevitablility. And neither would Eirikr have it any other way. He relished the chase and the hunt. How his thoughts were honed completely and entirely on this one, singular purpose — that of closing his jaws completely around the neck of this fleeting ball of fur which jigged and jagged ahead of him. But the Feralheart followed every tight turn the hare made and watched gleefully as its breathing became more and more ragged, breathed in the fear that pulsated off it. And at long last, the hare gave one final heroic feint before Eirikr closed the remaining distance and, also, coincidentally, the last moment in the animal's life. He was not cruel, however, and with a swift, strong shake of his head, the hare went limp and only then did he sink his teeth further into the flesh, tasting the fresh flow of blood.