Grouse Thicket Take it in stride

Where there had been little interest in the birds, now it rose anew as they took off in a noisy crowd of wings and feathers. He whirled, icy eyes pinned on the group. In them was sparked the primal instinct to lunge into action. 

And so he did. He plowed forward, to chase. To snap and grab randomly with his jaws. There was no strategy. Not even the real intent of a serious hunt. Ensio was just trying his luck. He had seen a good opportunity with the fleeing birds wedged between him and the other wolf. He took it.