Dragoncrest Cliffs butterfly wings

At last, after many hours over many days of practicing, Sobo had caught one of the little birds that frequented Bluepeace Meadow.

He held the plump white ptarmigan aloft in his muzzle and his gait was proud as he trotted toward the lake. It wasn't a clean capture. The breast was crumpled in where panicked jaws had clapped on it and blood decorated the soft white plumage, but it was enough of a feat that he had managed to catch one.

When he first saw @Chacal do it, he thought it was impossible. There had to be a trick. Now he saw how perseverance and patience paid off and he was eager to find and show her the fruits of his labor. Chacal still made him nervous, particularly now with her new position, but with time he was warming, and eventually he would be able to greet her the same as he did his littermates and mothers.