Paws drummed upon the earth as he ran in pursuit of a gangly looking hare. While it didn't hold much on its frame, it was still something worth eating considering the prey had become scarce with the continued lack of food for them. This year seemed to have been a really dry one, and it was neither good for predator nor prey. Crimson gaze watched as the hare darted to his left, the fox closing in. He could almost taste the hare jerky that would soon be his, that is...until a howl cut into the air momentarily distracting him. Ears flicked at the call, the hare feigning right and then darting around to race past him. Dart stumbled, skidding to a heap of a stop as his paws flailed beneath him in an attempt to follow. But alas, in the cloud of dust and crackling grass, he had been too slow to react. Instead, he found himself groaning as he picked himself up, coat covered in dust as he cursed his misfortune. "Damn...maybe I'll just stick to fishing..." Huffing, he decided to head on over to the meeting.
He had a vague idea of what to expect, which was probably something similar to the last meeting they had. Nothing much had changed, save for the disappearance of a few more that he had noticed. The pack still remained quiet, and he knew that he hadn't done much except go on his own little fishing and hunting trips. Frowning, the bushy tailed creature sat near the front of the group as usual, though he wasn't as happy as he probably should have been. But that was because he was kind of broody over his lost prey.
