Shadowwyn Moor Hey, how about that!

Kero sank into a crouch and slithered along the earth as he neared the rustling in the leaves, but was careful not to get too close. They needed to observe the opossum and wait for it to come down to look for food or a den. Scaring it would only keep the beast up in the trees longer which would have been counterproductive. It would simply be something of a waiting game until they could proceed to capture it the way they hoped.

The scratching of claws along a tree trunk was a good sign. Kero pressed his ears forward, listening more intently as he turned his gaze to get a visual. The opossum moved, walking along the ground as though there wasn't a worry in the world. Perfect. Just a little further...

Luke looked to him in question. Kero crouched lower as if to suggest the wolf wait just a little bit longer. He was doing much the same. A few more feet and the opossum would be in an area between trees where it would be unable to run. Ready... and...

He sprang, rushing the opossum. True to it's nature, the creature froze as if stuck in rigor. He slowed to a halt as he neared it. The body was starting to stink. He took a step back, turning his nose downward to distract himself with the natural scents of the earth. The opossum fell over, frozen where it was with its jaws slightly parted, its tail curled, and its feet stiff. For all sakes and purposes, it looked dead, but just from watching it, Kero knew it was still alive and well.

"Come check this out," Kero called back. The fainting spell would last for a while longer yet and it hadn't put up any kind of a fight. It reeked something foul, but if a wolf could stomach its natural defenses, this opossum would be an easy meal.