Wapun Meadow bad to the bone

OOC: hello c:

A small field mouse darted past the young fox's path, as if provoking him to set chase after him. The youngster wondered if it was worth the trouble to chase such a petty piece of game, that would barely satisfy his hunger...

He stood, his tail flicking as he decided what to do. Finally pride took over reason and the juvenile lunged towards the shrub the field mouse had taken as cover. No mouse would cross Charlemagne's path without paying.

With a great impulse from his hind legs he propelled himself into the air, his nose pointing at the target, he sinked his face into the shrub, eyes closed to avoid any damage.He felt the prickly branches of the shrub brush against his cheek, then he realized catching the mouse without being able to see would be more challenging than he thought.

Oh well! He wriggled his face through the shrub biting blindly at anything that his mouth touched, then tada! Only the small creature's sharp cry made him aware he had hit his target. He crushed the small rodent in his jaws and pulled his face out of the shrub, prickly branches sticking to the back of his neck.

Charlemagne took the mouse and flung it in the air, as he gave a sharp bark of triumph. To any other creatures that might've observed his reaction to his sucessful kill, he must've seemed insane.. But to the young fox this was nothing out of the ordinary, he was used to playing with his foo before eating it.