Otatso Wetlands Overtime

Muskrat, he said, not bothering to note the expression on her regal features. Taikon had expected her to be none-too-impressed by his choice of territory, but it didn't matter. Smaller prey had long been his choice of meal. This had also not been a place he had expected to find prey originally, but that was precisely why he had chosen it. The animals that lived here were far less used to dealing with wolf predation in the area, and that made their reaction time slow. They often searched the skies for eagles and hawks, and muskrats were so at home in the water, they assumed nothing could possibly get at them.
There are tons of them in here, and they aren't used to us giving chase. If I make my way toward the other end of that bank, he paused here to gesture with his nose to the eastern side, which was a good distance away, I can flush them out toward you, and you'll have the buffet. This was something he had recently started to specialize in. Beaver and muskrat were large enough to be a meal on their own, but they were also clumsy on land. If you could get them out of the water, even easier.
Within the water, there were also heron, ducks, and other birds that could be reasonable to catch as well. Unless.. do you have a better idea? He asked the question seriously, looking at her. It was quite possible she was a better hunter than he was, particularly since she had probably hunted with her siblings quite often. Taikon, while proud, made no claims to fame for his hunting prowess.