Meadowlark Prairie Fowl

Rodyn moved his large body into a formation to head the bird off. He would not kill it now. That honor alone belonged to the she wolf that had originally hunted it. With practiced precision, he loped and then increased his speed in a wide swatch so that he could then bear along the fowls side and hide, hopefully turning it back or at least stopping it enough that she could grasp it's neck and end it's life.