Dawnlark Plains There's no seduction, only destruction

With confirmation from his partner, Dante moved forward on quiet paws, his steps drawn out and tentative. He stopped his creeping only when the birds- which were huddled with two within a pawstep of each other on the right and one a pace or two left- were just barely withing leaping distance, stopping for a moment only to make sure Lumiya was beside him. Then, taking in one short, quiet breath, the young man visibly braced himself and went for it. Rushing forwards as quickly as he could, he threw himself at the birds on the right, his maw open wide. Within seconds all was a flurry, the two feathered creatures exploding into chatter as Dante's teeth clicked loudly, closing on nothing. As though on autopilot, the limber wolf sprung into the air where the second bird had only just taken to its wings, managing to catch it messily before landing with a slight stumble. As his jaws found their way to flesh and blood, the bird's incessant cries grew louder until they came to a complete, abrupt stop. Dante's heart pounded quickly, his head tossing to the side to observe Lumiya's luck with the fowl as he came down from his adrenaline rush. His muscles were still tensed, body poised should he need to aid Lumiya in her endeavors, though he likely wouldn't be able to help much.