Silvertip Mountain Steadfast

Makui was determined to prove himself to his new home. His mind was on the pups, he was totally ignorant of the fact that one of the tiny bundles of fur had died. Today he would hunt for them, and hopefully present Steady with a catch he could tike to them. He had his eye and a pheasent plucking it's way along the forest floor, snaping at whatever green vegetation was brave enough to enter the barren world first. Makui dropped into a smooth crouch, and stalked closer to the stupid bird. With a snarl, he sprang, hind-paws pushing off the ground and sailing toward the feast.

His paws met dirt.

The bird screeched and fled through the forest, winging away into the tree tops. With a growl, Makui scored his claws against the ground. If only he was not such a bad hunter. He gave the bird his best death-glare as it faded into the distance, wishing it would spontaniously blow up.