Phoenix Maplewood An Ocean in Between the Waves

@Reek and/or @Tavi

The startled SQUAW of an ambushed grouse cut the calm winter afternoon as its frantic wing-beats quickly ceased, cinched by Valtyr's enamel pincers. He stood over the bird as a sense of relief flooded him. For a while, there had only been one or two leads on which to hunt by, and the youth had become worried no prey would be upturned. Luck was with him that day, though, and he turned back to the alpha and his subordinate, trophy in tow.