Morningside Cuesta Hunt for who we've not yet become

Sorry for ze short/crappy post x3

The brown male remained crouched, paws shifting him slowly forward as he stepped lightly behind Grayday and his son. His stare was focused as he peered ahead into the brush were the pheasants lingered, hidden amongst the thick long grass around them. The excitement began to wash over the male as they grew closer to their target, his leathery nose twitching, inhaling the dusty aroma of the creatures they were hunting and for only a moment, Sylvas glanced over to the hunting group, ears arching forward as Grayday gave Kieran a few simple instructions in regards to what was about to go down. Carefully, Sylvas lowered himself, ready and waiting for the time to pounce.