Lost Creek Hollow In the dead of Night

It was only with Sorscha's next sentence that Taikon realized she had been trying to hunt the bird that had flown from her. Birds, generally, were more trouble than they were worth with the notable exception of ground-nesting feathered beasts like ducks and geese. Thus, the lone wolf was hardly surprised when she mentioned she might be lacking in skill.
We'll go for something easier I think; birds are difficult prey because we can't run them down, he said. With the Faruka, most hunts had been no more than a matter of tracking and long distance travel. Ungulates in particular were beasts that tired easily. That was a strategy they would have needed greater strength and numbers for, and so Taikon began instead to move past the rust-coloured she-wolf. Let's keep our wits about us and head to the creek, he said, moving at a slow trot toward the smell of water.
He knew that creeks weaved through the area in many places. He also knew that water in forested areas tended to attract larger, but still small, beasts such as muskrat and beaver. He hoped that her pretty eyes might see something as they moved that he could not.