Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

Uly crouches behind the other as they stalk towards the birds. The larger wolf decides it better to go a ways adjacent to his companion to have a better range when their victims take flight. He watches the other creep through the foliage hoping to sneak up and surprise them.

Silver eyes watch the other work diligently. Waiting for his turn to strike, Merrick gives him the perfect opportunity. The snow around them becoming a flurry as the larger wolf moves swiftly towards their kill. The snow acts to further disorient the birds for an easy catch. Spurring the birds into fear stricken flight, the powerful body of the blue-grey wolf leaps into the air. The snap of his teeth audible, his jaws meet  together once in failure to catch the first bird that flies by; the second isn’t as lucky. 

Muscles flex beneath thick fur and he takes to the air again, this time there is no audible click. The crunch that sounds means victory as the bird is crushed in the maw of the mutated wolf. Paws meet the snow and he quickly gives the bird a vigorous shake, plumes if feathers flying into the chilled open air. Ulysses trots to the other and drops it before him in an offering. His blue and pink tongue lols out with feathers stuck to it and drool hanging from his chin, panting mist into the air as he stands before the other. He decides to allow the other to eat the meal.