Dragoncrest Cliffs For the walking man

Something caused the fur along the back of Chacal's neck to bristle and lift, though she figured it was just her own anticipation of the hunt to come. How many grouse were hiding in the thicket? It was still hard to tell with the colour of their plumage, obscured by the dried brown branches. She thought she could just see a bit of the white feathers that-

A sudden crackling of leaves and twigs spooked both the dark wolf and the grouse, which all leapt up a good couple feet straight into the air. The grouse, however, had wings- and Chacal had a brother who pounced her, slamming her body back to the ground. 

The grouse scattered up into the branches of the trees above them, leaving behind a few feathers that drifted to the ground lazily as Chacal coughed and attempted to catch her breath after the sudden shock and surprise of being trounced by her brother, who had proven himself to be an expert at nestly scaring the spirit right out of his sister.