Moonspear Perhaps, a bad decision (Intruder)

The dark wolf had been diligent in his duties since he had returned to Moonspear, though hunting was quite difficult. He had found next to nothing, but had planned to go fishing. He had begun to head in the direction of the nearest water source, skirting the borders of his home, but then froze.

The movement caught his attention. A fox first, seemingly running for its life, confirmed by the following of a wolf. Dash barred his teeth, not that either of them noticed him. Surely, the stranger would stop before she crossed. She had hesitated, but apparently was not going to let the potential meal go, even at the cost of her own life.

Dash sprang to life, going after the female. The hunter had now become the hunted, and Dash had no intention of letting her go. He was quick on his feet, his light weight an asset now instead of a hinderance. He was gaining on her, and when he felt he could not miss, he lunged at her, jaws open, body ready to take her down. He let loose a growl from his throat. He would grab whatever he could, be it tail, leg, or hind end. Even if he got only air, he would still attempt to tackle her, putting his weight behind his thrust.