Moonspear hold back the river

It was unseasonably warm that morning and the sky had turned a uniform gray overnight. Dew clung to plants and trees, dripping down the leaves, collecting momentum until one drop landed dead-center on Jura's nose, waking him instantly. He blinked open his eyes. and shook his head to fling the offending drop from his muzzle. He pawed at his tired eyes before rolling up into a back-cracking stretch; jaws agape and all his teeth on display in a frightful yawn. That finished, he shook out his pelt of any detritus only to head out to find some breakfast. 


The quiet boy lowered his nose to the ground and rooted out a relatively fresh scent trail among the stale and wolfish ones. A rabbit was out foraging nearby; he could see little paws imprinted in the damp earth. He turned, following his catch until he caught sight of movement on his right. A branch trembled as the creature passed beneath it; it was nearly impossible to see against the dark leaf litter of the ground, but he caught a glimpse of the rabbit's ears as it scooted along. 

He crept closer, until he was well within sprinting range, and then shot forward in hot pursuit of the now fleeing prey. It cut left, then right, and finally darted under a mossy log. Jura growled and shoved his muzzle in the small hole after it, but it was too deep. So, with a huff, he started to dig.