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

Clawed feet and wings struck at his snout as the bird struggled against his grasp. Spirits battled in his head, all telling him to do separate things. One told him to let go, another demanded he bite harder and break its hollow bones. Anarchy within his mind caused him to freeze, he couldn't think, couldn't see as the thrashing duck forced him to keep his eyes closed. He needed to kill this bird before he panicked.

He dropped the bird to the ground, pinning it onto the dirt with his paws before it could escape. He went for its neck, his teeth digging into its soft flesh as he took hold. Suddenly, he jerked his head to the right, then upward, snapping its neck. He sighed in relief, his tense muscles relaxing now that the job was done. He pressed his nose into its feathers and mumbled a soft "Thank you." His belief that the voices in his head were spirits caused him to think other creatures had spirits too. He felt that if he thanked the spirit after he killed an animal, perhaps it would not go on to haunt a wolf's mind like the ones he had.

He lifted his head to see Aerndis with her own prize. His tail thumped against the ground happily as he grinned at her. It's been a while since he had hunted with another, or hunted period. He mostly scavenged as the spirits often compromised his hunt, but another wolf kept him focused. He was thankful for that.