feathered thief

The sun had just began to set and cast the sky with one last final blow of colors. Orange and reds set the island in a momentary glow. The white feathered creatures had yet to cease their song as their voices gathered together in coos. The ebony ears on the dark coated girl were high and on alert. To try and spy any noise beyond just that of the doves. Paw steps picked a path through the land. Eyes cast here and there as she waited for one of those dumb birds to slip up and land on the ground near by. Her stomach growled in protest of her lack of a catch thus far. She knew soon she would have to give up the hunt for a bird and find way to shelter for the night. A lone pup was an easy target, after all.