Kintla Flatlands The voices inside my head, I hate them.

Sorry about the wait, work consumed me. :C

At the first moment he could, Mordecai lunged for the speeding prey, that time himself figuring out what they were after. The quail, in all its glory, made much more noise when it realized just how close either wolf came to capturing it, but the sound died away just as quickly as it came. Its mind was focused on one thing, and that was getting away and surviving to see another day. Mordecai snapped after its tail feathers, not quite getting any real purchase on the prey as he barreled through the underbrush without case. He didn't fear anything unpleasant nailing him in the head, though the odds of that happening were about as likely as any.

He knew the bird would begin to tire soon.