Moonspear 起死回生

After the proper affirmative, she zeroed him in on one such fact he could turn readily towards: stalk. Properly--too, yes, all good and he nodded a measured motion, careful even as his every second beat with quiet, earnest fascination.

So, certainly wanting to improve his technique, the young Ostrega was intent and said nothing more as he listened on. His mother gave generous pointers, and following the lead she set down before him, his glance jumped first to the "quarry", then to what was between him, and there.

Shadows dappled the ground where they could reach, some larger, steadier--some more where the ground was already darker shades to begin with. He had never weighed this quite so minutely before, but with Mom's mentions still loud, clear, and fresh in mind.. he had to; he only took a few seconds to consider it, but he knew he was made of shadow himself and slid into a careful step forward into a route that eased him over their darkest points, following the shadows' hearts. In the motions that carried him on, he drooped his head, and set each paw down with consideration of quiet. Stalk, he reminded himself, trying to visualize the most hidden, shaded path--one that swung a little wider around the item, but such was the nature of the purpose. Stalk, came a steadied breath as he drew nearer, not trying to rush any of it considering the instruction.

Getting close, it was hard not to just rush into the anticipated pounce, but mother said stalk, so lurk long and low he did with his eyes glued to the prey although it could not hear him to flee from his looming approach. After he started to arc around it some, he finally glanced to his mom, looking for her judgement--hopeful for approval, or any indication for him to fix while he still was in the middle of it.