Shy Deer Steppes Where am I headed too?

There had to be a reason why foxes like him had the inability to hunt with others. He growled softly to himself, admiring the fox-wolf's ability for his attempts for organization. Shrugging off the idea, he peered through the reeds to see the duck in question. It appeared to be asleep, making his attack much easier. Getting low for his pounce, he noted that a duck would be much-larger than a vole, and may be harder to subdue. Shifting his weight around, he jumped into the reeds.

He miscalculated. As he came down on the duck, he realized he undershot the jump. Reaching out, he splashed into the water. He knew he scared away the quack, but rather curled up from the pain from the botched attack. As he recovered, he groaned and trudged himself out of the reeds. He knew that the duck flew towards the fox-wolf, but worried more of drying up.