Blackfeather Woods Drowning

The Mire was not a nice place. However, Amun hoped that because it had rained recently, the bugs would be less of a problem and some smaller, easier to catch animals might be about. The grey creature led Moonshadow toward the hunting ground at a steady lope. He hoped that, regardless of their success or failure, she would be happy to have the distraction.

The scent of the swamp became apparent soon after. Amun slowed his pace then, listening for any beast daft enough to be near him. He instinctively went into a stalking mode, betting on something being nearby. They were hardly a few minutes into this before a rabbit jumped from its position, disrupted by the movement of wolves mere feet from it. Amun leapt after it, missed horribly, and proceeded to bound in poor synchrony with the rodent. A few moments later and he fell unceremoniously onto his side in a terrible attempt to charge it before it dove into a rabbit hole.

He peeked up from his malformed position to see if Moonshadow had had better luck.