Shadowwyn Moor Hey, how about that!

He took Kero's cue, and like the red wolf, he settled himself lower to wait. He watched the rat-like creature as it walked. His eyes never left it, but he was acutely aware of his hunting partner, monitoring him from his periphery, and when Kero sprang to rush it, Luke was quick to mirror him.

The sprint was short lived; true to its reputation, the opossum froze on the spot. The blue-nosed wolf stopped several paces behind his friend, surprised despite knowing that this could happen, and he wrinkled his nose as he caught his first whiff of foul musk. It then toppled over it, stiff as a board.

"Come check this out," the red wolf called. Luke padded forward to inspect their "kill". He looked it over for a moment, undisturbed by the smell, and completely curious about this charade. His tail started to wag again, and his mouth broke into a wide grin. "Well that's the damndest thing I ever did see," he laughed. "How long does he stay like this? Do we just... eat him?" He looked a bit sheepish. It seemed simple enough and yet, it was so just weird.