Blackfeather Woods a wolf hunts a mouse. the reason will make you cry

Mice were quick and mice laid more trails than a pup could follow. His efforts to unwind the network of urine-touched tunnels and holes and find the creature that had made them had failed time and time again. He had come close several times before. His teeth near missing the dancing tail of a fleeing rodent as it fled down one of its paths. The mouse could skim across the thin crust but he broke through and so was hamstrung, only to then watch his quarry disappear beneath the snow where he could not follow.

Sighing in another defeat at just such a scenario, Euron laid down beneath the bough of a squat spruce nearby the hole the mouse had darted down. There he rested with a mouth drawn tight with contemplation until he dozed off. It was hard to say how much time had passed before he was woke by the faint sound of tiny nails scuffing around.

The pup could hardly believe his eyes as they fixated unblinking on the small brown creature. The mouse was hardly a foot away. It turned and seemed to look right at him. He stiffened and held his breath. The mouse turned away again and started to groom itself. It was a triggering moment. Euron launched himself out from his cover and before he could truly process the chain of events, the mouse was twitching near death between his teeth.

Blood touched his tongue as the mouse injected one last dying squeak into the sound of bones crunching. To his ear there had never been a more pleasing symphony. He froze in place and held the dead mouse for some time, before he lowered his head and let it fall from his mouth and land between his paws, where he stood over it and stared.