Wild Berry Meadow an heir of beauty and serenity

Where one might have avoided such a disastrous situation, Behemoth was beckoned forth by the swarm of black against a blue-black sky and the running form of grey. He was hoping that perhaps what they were chasing could be his next meal but it became apparent that it was another wolf. He sighed and rolled his yellow eyes as they seemed to take a tumble.

Well if they weren't going to take a strike at the birds, he was more than happy to do so.

He eagerly ran towards the scene without much of a sound in order to not startle off the birds. When close enough to need to do so, he lunged over the fallen female and thrusted himself up. Jaws opened with a hungry need to catch something. Alas he only managed to snag on a wing and while he pulled one of the crows down with him, it quickly made a get away when he tried to get a better grip on it.

This reasonably upset the other crows and it seemed for the time being their attention was drawn onto the ebony male who offered plenty of snaps of his jaws to them.