Where the wild dogs play

Xephyris followed the younger wolf, observing the boy's hunting skills - not bad. He knew how to find a scent and track down the prey, and he stalked the geese silently and slowly. The older male took up position just a few pawsteps behind Riv, claws softly parting the sand as he crept forward, body lowered. Though birds were sometimes difficult to catch, he actually really enjoyed the flesh. This flock looked well prepared for winter, plump and clumsy. Xeph licked his lips hungrily, realizing he hadn't eaten in quite some time. He needed this.

The second that Riv launched forward, Xephyris did as well. Waiting a heartbeat longer would mean the birds would get out of his reach. Shooting forward, his long, powerful limbs thrust him closer to the prey. The birds scattered, some of them running along the beach, others taking flight. With a strenuous burst of speed, Xeph lunged toward a goose that was just taking off. The bird was just a few feet off the ground when the wolf's teeth clamped onto some of the major flight feathers, and with a toss of his head, he pulled the feathers right out. The goose was sent tumbling, and the predator took his opportunity to pin the bird and crush its narrow neck in his powerful jaws. Panting, he looked up to see the younger wolf standing over his own catch.

"Nicely done," Xeph commented, spitting out a couple of feathers, "Good to know you can take care of yourself." He nodded with a smirk, then bent down toward his catch, ripping mouthfuls of feathers away from the breast so that he could then dig into the fresh meat. Though before the hunt he'd not realized his hunger at all, he now ate ravenously until he had to pause for breath, licking blood from his chops. Having no plans in mind, he wondered what they would do next - he wouldn't mind a comfortable place to rest, and then perhaps they would seek out other company amongst familiar faces.