Wapun Meadow salt

@Reigi

The pasture in early morning hours allowed the moonlighter time to hunt. His nimble frame was perched atop a stable boulder while his eyes scoured the grass sprouting through snow for signs of small rodents and prey. It did not take long for the halfling to sight a plump vole; it was attempting to feverishly dig a way through the remnants of snow and bury itself in earth. Tadec stiffened his limbs and took two small steps down the large rock until he sat near the sloped base. A hungry glint found his fiery gaze; his tongue extended to run along the dark hairs of his muzzle.
 
With an arch to his back and a practiced leap, the coywolf landed on top of the rodent and sunk his teeth in its neck. Lifting his skull upward, the thief searched for signs of approaching others. He would not put it past the wolves of the terrain to seek his catch. Tadec was, after all, smaller in size than most of their kind. He lacked the muscle of his lupine ancestors, but where he failed in musculature, he made up for in tact.