Grouse Thicket quercus

All of it happened so fast... 

The silver wolf moved with expertise to carve a place between the bird and it's escape. Crowfeather was given a nod. The dark wolf looked at the stranger with fear bubbling in his belly. 

Without allowing his nerves to overtake him, Crowfeather darted out and moved swiftly to the bird. Over in seconds, the animal was limp by the neck in his jaws. 

With a soft wag of his tassel, the wolf looked to his partner. He was feeling the rush. 

That was good! The exclamation was rather childish. Crowfeather was pleased all the same.