A Lamb in the Lion's Den

Birds sung their harmonious tune as it reveberverated off of the ebony brutes lobes. They flicked as he listened to it but paid no mind as time went on. To him they were only prey animals, why should they be singing when he could easily sink his teeth into them and swiftly end their song? A small sigh escaped him as Soul tried desperately to find any source of sustenance as his stomach gave a rambunctious and low-pitched growl. His eyes closed tightly as he whined from the bits of pain that shot through his now empty belly.

"Come on, stupid prey animals, come out. I'm not gonna hurt you I just want to dine on you," he spoke quietly almost as if coaxing and talking sweetly would get him somewhere, but alas it was completely in vain as he gave an annoyed huff before continuing onward. With the tall grasses he was walking through it would be heard to see any prey until it was too late, unless however if the prey animal was large but he knew he would probably need the strength of a pack for that sort of work.

All seemed lost for what felt like an eternity to the dark-colored male, but his dual colored eyes would shift when he met the eyes of a quail nearby. He licked his chops as he tried to stay hidden. But when he lunged forth at the animal, it flew off and in turn he collided his cranium into a rock that happened to be where the quail was sitting. He yelped from the collision and shook his head, sighing, and sitting his haunches on the ground. Hunting was definitely hard for him at this time, that was for certain.