Hushed Willows I'm a beast, and a vicious one

@Trick

Kunik crouched low in the swaying grass, hidden amongst the underbrush. The prey she was currently stalking was a fat fowl of some kind, to humans it would have been referred to as a quail. All Kunik needed to know was that it was food.

She inched forward as the bird did, not wanting it to get too far. Her body stilled as she waited for the bird to settle, it being distracted as it preened its feathers. Kunik's muscles tensed and she lept forward, landing right on the bird as it sqwauked in protest.

With a quick snap of her jaws it fell limp. She scooped the dead bird up, intent on putting it in the pack's cache. With a small victorious grin she padded off to bury it.