The Bracken Woods A Shady Guy

The tan wolf savored every bite of the bird's flesh. Every crunch of it's small bones. A mass of feathers laid around his front. He could still hear the urgent calls and shrieks it gave off as it had fallen from the air. And he enjoyed it all. But something disturbed his meal. A scent of something nearby. No time was needed to find out what it was, as he already recognized it well. 

His head whipped up, his tongue coming out and licking along his chops. Then, he stood in a low, crouched position as he tried to find out the angle it came from. He had a few seconds to move, so he acted fast by scampering up with his small form on top of the log. It creaked slightly, but held his lightweight body. The log was not too high, so it provided a good place to leap from if he needed a quick escape. But first, he would see who this was. A taunting smile spread from each end of his lip to the other.