Dragoncrest Cliffs There's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home

Sobo flinched and sank back when the flock burst from cover and rose in an undulating wave. He squinted at them as they flew past, marveling at their ability to be so invisible on the ground. He had not seen a thing and would have stepped into the middle of the flock before having a heart attack when they revealed themselves.

Since he was watching the birds, he missed Chacal's takedown. When he looked back, there was blood on the wind and loose feathers dancing in the breeze. The boy canted his head, wondering how she managed to catch such a quick creature. He had only a passing interest in hunting apart from what was necessary as a wolf, but if she could catch something so small and swift, perhaps he could learn to do it, too.

Asking was the hard part. Chacal was family, but she was stranger, too. Sobo crept closer at her signal with a low, submissive wag of his tail, but it seemed impossible to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. His past experiences coloured his future expectations. She dipped her head to pluck feathers from the bird, and all he could do was stare wide-eyed and awestruck.