Paw prints of my Ancestors

The Sorrel woman took a moment to make her decision and Song waited patiently for her. Any of the options worked for him but as she decided on capybara he found himself relieved. Even with their escape into the water they were the least dangerous of the options. Unless they happened into a crocodile in their endeavor but if the water was shallow enough the chance of that was reduced. Anyway it was likely any reptilian predators would go after the capybara instead.

Song nodded, easily accepting her decision and taking her command to lead them. His large paws gripped the mangrove bark expertly as he used all of his senses to find their prey. A capybara was often found lounging with other animals, so even if they missed their query they could substitute with turtles or ducks. He found what he was looking for with relative ease, his paws silent on the wood. The large white wolf crouched to reduce his visibility as he approached the two animals.

They were grazing in the water while he approached from the height of the roots. With a twitch of his tail he motioned for Thorne to keep going around to ambush them. She was better camouflaged than himself and had better chance of surprising them.