Jade Fern Grove Sometimes it burns

Paws of soft brown tip toed softly, softly through the frosty covered ground. Feathers fasted behind ears, swayed with the soft brush of the gentle wind. And golden eyes stared out into the far reaches of the forest. There wasn't much to be found for herbs, but Etienne could scent the small game that was lurking, there beneath the frosty covered leaves. They no longer crunched with Autumn's loud hunger. Instead, they gave way beneath his paws.

A soft sea shanty under his breath. Barely a whisper as he stalked. He would find something for the younglings to eat and play with. Kudos if he could catch it and keep it alive long enough for them to play. If not, well it would just be a snack.