Honeyed Pasture The thrill of the hunt

Hunting for Silvertip. @Krypton perhaps?

Below Silvertip Mountain was a grand wide pasture, stretching nearly towards the sea. After being formally accepted into the mountain pack, Phocion set off towards the grassy fields, tongue lolling in happiness. He ran for a bit, then stopped, staring up at the skies with a smile. It was just about dawn, and he could sense the morning just ahead.

The beta male had told Phocion that the pups took priority when it came to food, and Phocion swore to serve and protect his new pack under any circumstances. Despite the hungry rumble in his belly, he knew whatever prey he brought back to the mountains must be for the young ones and their mother. He could always eat later.

The grass was tall here, though he suspected it must have been much, much taller before the locust plague. Nevertheless, it allowed his lithe white body to sink low and hide in the thicket, slinking along as he searched for prey. He kept his nostrils open, scenting the air.

There. There was a rabbit ahead. It was skinny, due to the ongoing famine, but still food. Making sure he kept his bushy tail still, Phocion crept towards it, barely breathing as he went. . .and pounced, landing atop the creature and giving it a killing bite.

"Yes!" he whispered triumphantly, looking down at his prey, which bled gently where his fangs had sunk in. He guarded it closely, and began to sniff the air again. Perhaps he could find another bit of food to bring back to his new pack.

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