Blackfeather Woods First Hunt

Just being accepted into Blackfeather woods left Oli feeling excited, but not yet trusted by his pack mates, who he has yet to meet. 
He trotted along the border, his eyes scanning for a good hunting spot, when he stumbled across a murky swamp. He slowly walked towards it, hoping to catch a glimpse of his favorite meal, heron. His eyes scanned across the water as he slowly inched his way to the waters edge. His paws were covered in mud, and each step became a chore. 
A loud splash made Oli jump as his quickly turned to see what had distributed his focus. All he saw left was ripples in the water. He decided it was a frog and the resumed his hunt. As he got further into the water, he began tripping on hidden vines. Once the water was half up his upper leg, he decided turning back was the best option, there were no birds. 
Oli slowly made his way out of the water and back onto the muddy bank. He shook off and mud flew everywhere. His eyes twinkled in amusement. He walk onto the solid ground and sat, he couldn't greet the other wolves as some kind of worthless stranger talking up space.