The Bracken Woods A Shady Guy

For either @Lunae or @Goliath. Or both, to spice things up a little more

The tan wolf set up in a dark part of the woods. Snacking on a lone bird that dived too low. All it had taken was a snap of his jaws upwards, and that was enough to bring the flyer down with a clipped wing. The price of acting out dangerous acts. He laid under a log, his forepaws holding his meal down. After each bite, he spat out the feathers. They were too soft for his mouth. 

Every now and then, he would hear a sudden sound of something, and his head would perk up like a grazing deer, swivelling around, his ears pointing up to the sky trying to pinpoint the sound. Then his eyes would find the culprit to be some small woodland creature scurrying by, and he went back to feasting. He needed energy for his plans in these Wilds.