Qeya River Marble rye

He gave a small nod, front paws returning to the tree. "I never got the chance to hunt anything like that back home. I was too young." He said, tail swaying. "Have you done it before?"

Large prey was a mystery to him. He had watched his birth pack hunt, but was yet to participate. But it sounded as though he would need to learn if he was to remain here. It could be fun.

He gave the tree another shake. That raccoon had to come down eventually.