Redtail Rise XXV

the hunt is afoot, bobcat quickly pieces the puzzle together, a thrill of excitement surging thru him.

he's hungry for it: for testing and training natural survival instincts. thus far, his hunting instincts led him to his mother's teat ...had been present when they bring him meat and he growls as he devours it — as if he lingers with the fear of sharing ( he does, just doesn't know it yet ).

greedily, bobcat's eyes follows augur's muzzle to study broken twigs and trampled blades of grass, to find crossing tracks and then — which he recoils from only slightly — sniffing at droppings. the first were old: holding a smell not pungent as the droppings that progressed the nearer they got.