Otter Creek the art of the fox

@Calipso

With his stomach burning for a meal, Jaws found himself staring at the frozen creek and wishing it were thawed, for he had a great fondness for fish; but fish would not be on the menu this afternoon. The coywolf turned his attention to the creek's banks instead, walking slowly - each paw placed deliberately - with his nose to surface of the snow. When he found what he was looking for - fresh scent - he came to a still and waited. Beneath the snow were a network of tunnels dug by shrews and mice, and Jaws had learned from the fox how to hunt them. His ears swivelled to almost imperceptible sounds as he worked to pinpoint a rodent. When he locked on, confident he knew just where to strike, Jaws pounced - thrusting his head and paws down into the snow and surfacing with a mouse clamped between his teeth. Not enough to satiate him, but certainly a start.