Whitebark Stream upon one summer's morning

kivaluk isn't entirely thrilled with the nickname of 'youngling' and makes his ear twitch with the consideration that perhaps she's already forgotten his name. it takes all of his self restraint not to mutter a correction under his breath; brushing off the worst of his terrible manners.

there was a time and place ...and when a potential snack was riding upon it? wasn't the place to poke at her nerves.

his gaze studies the rabbit warren for a moment, ears twitching as he tries to decide how many linger within. young, he thinks, if the small cries are of any indication. he is not interested in babes and turns his predators' gaze to the swaying grasses; muscles tensing as he notes a brown ear among the yellow and green grasses.

with stealthy steps that he hopes his too large paws do not hinder, he crouches in the grasses, ears pinning to his skull before he lunges towards the rabbit; teeth snapping at its back in an effort to spook it towards sadey.