Cerulean Cape At The Edge

She nodded, her tail wagging slightly with her building excitement. She was interested to see how his plan would work. While a decent hunter of most land mammals, the feathered avian variety she was less experienced with. This opportunity would prove useful in honing her skills a little. In testing her, in what she knew and what she did not.

"Got it. That's a nice, simple plan." Not all hunts and ambushes were so straightforward. Many could go awry, and even more could end in failure. The Tundrian watched intently as he dropped off the crab for the seagulls. True to their nature, they swarmed in on it in a flurry of gray and white feathers and clacking yellow beaks. Their cries pierced the air and the racket was deafening. Clearly pained and annoyed by the never ending screeches, she pinned her ears back, watching the chaos from a safe distance.

She was usually quite patient, but in this scenario here, Keyni struggled to keep it together. And it showed. All in the shifting of her feet, the squint of her eye and the lash of her tail. Tapping his shoulder with her nose, she then bolted. Aware of his grayscale fur racing beside her, she charged the hoard of gulls. Her open jaws snapped at whatever she could reach, blindly, randomly. Most scattered and flew off in a mad storm of wings, taunting the wolves with their cackles.