Otter Creek honigsüß

New ardor aiding his will; he somewat clumsily  shot his jaws towards the target onc ehe had crept up form the behind only a half a tail length. Undoubtly, it was somewhat hard to follow and the prey swerved between the obstacles in a flurry. The fleeing figure of white would soon run into the jaws of Mahler, who waited just as he had directed.

It felt surreal to lead the hunt, even if it was small. Something flitted in his chest as he remembered a sense of feeling, leadership, strength, but that was so long ago . . . if ths had occured during his punce, it would have ruined the trap. His memories were at a crossroads and he simply blinked, not seeing what was unwinding with his newfound brother.