Broken Antler Fen Starboy

He took a piece of ripped fur from the hare, hunger having never been a problem for the big boy, and threw it around with quick jerks of his head. He eventually ended up chasing it - the snow perfect to roll around in and the fur a better prey than his own tail. Still, something bothered him. The bird. Yes - where was it?

Biiiird! He called to the sky, having isolated himself from the rest of his family by a little bit. He was not far - he had just lost track of where he was as he was playing with his prey.