Stone Circle Sweet Spring

Turquoise eyes glittered with delight. Smile broadening, Ujurak lifted his head. Focus diverting to the new task as hand. Gaze sweeping the meadow ahead for any movement. Perhaps the fleeting body of a hare, the twitch of the tall meadow grasses, a shuffle of the branches of a bush.

Of course, there would be none of those things. Hunting wasn't easy work. With a gesture with his muzzle, he urged Sven to continue down the trail. Allowing his brother to lead his hunt.

Checking the wind, he maneuvered to follow his brother from a downwind position. His step would be light. Shoulders high as his head lowered into a hunter's stalk. Poised for any escaping rabbits should they be flushed from hiding. A silver ear canted towards his darkling brother as he kept his brother within his line of sight. Ujurak was there to help where he was needed.