Moving Sticks

The pup was doing his best to pay attention to his surroundings, stopping whenever he heard a rustle in the grasses where he could not see. He moved slowly, dual toned eyes frequently sweeping back and forth all around. And then he heard something from nearby, causing Qualm to stop, body growing tense as he got the sudden feeling that something was nearby. Slowly he’d raise his snout, taking a few whiffs of the air to try finding out if it was a wolf or something else. From what he could tell, it was wolf… of course, everything here smelled like wolf, part of the pack.

But then something pokes out of the grasses, red and black mixed with a white tip, very fluffy. Curious, the boy would looking over his shoulder for a moment then turn back to the fluffy thing, debating if he should go near it. He would. With a deep breath Qualm crouched low, stalking forward till he was close enough then suddenly swiped at it with a paw.