If you only listen with your ears, I can't get in

Pnuma followed the young woman as they edged closer to the ducks, his long, elegant legs careful not to disturb the sticks and stones beneath him. He lightly nodded as Aerndis gently criticized his idea, making a mental note of it whenever he came across birds again. It did make sense that they would fly away. The spirits in his mind were not as considerate, harshly berating him for his stupidity. He shook his head and flicked his ears to clear his mind, watchful not to alert the waterfowl in front of him. This was not the best time for them to start acting up, but he did his best to ignore them and focus on the hunt.

His eyes shifted to the pair of lone ducks, making their way onto land and blissfully unaware of the wolves' presence. They were in reach of them now, no longer under the protection of the water. His muscles bunched in anticipation, ready to strike. He sprung just after Aerndis, eyes locked onto the female bird. The fowl quacked and squawked in distress as they tried to flee, scrambling away from the charging canines. Though is gallop drew him closer, the female had already made it into the air before he could catch up. However, she was still in reach if he jumped. He pounced, stretching to grab the bird before they got too far. He felt bone between his teeth as his jaws snapped on the bird's leg. Perfect.