Dawnlark Plains Duties, duties, and more duties

Laika watched, hidden amongst the tall stems of grass gently waving in the wind. Easro leapt and aimed himself perfectly! Practice makes perfect, she thought. Her tail gently thumped the ground in excitement. He had grabbed ahold of the tail and now struggled to fully pin the terrified bird. His expression was determined as his wheels turned in his head. 

Laika waited a couple more minutes to see if he could figure it out himself. Finally, when he was still latched onto the tail, Laika stepped out of the bushes to aid him. With her appearance, the pheasant grew even more frantic. This alone might just kill it from a heart attack! She sat down near Esaro. If he was going to do it, he was going to do it without her touching it. 

"Unlike cats," she began in a calm voice, "us wolves don't have retractable claws. So, if you held on to it's tail with you're teeth, it would be extremely hard to pull it to you with your paws. With this ruled out, what do you think we should do?" 

She wanted to engage him to think. Often times - and she struggles with this problem too - wolves were so concentrated on the hunt, they don't stop to think if their plan will really work. They have to think of efficient strategies in the heat of the hunt. 

She spoke again, "You can let go of the tail and leap on to it as fast as you can, or place your paws firmly on the tail and lunge forward to grab it with your jaws. Whichever one seems better to you, do it."