The Weak Fall Prey

Song slunk along, wary of letting his quarry know his position. His eyes were sharp, but as the galaxy marked man stumbled around the tree he was taken by surprise. As the other wolf sidestepped Song retreated in the opposite direction, avoiding running into his hulking frame. Song looked him over a few times, unsure of why he was so grouchy. Song was ready for a meal, but he wasn’t about to take it out on a stranger. He thought that his activities might have been obvious, but apparently not.

He stood up a bit straighter before answering, ”Hunting. What does it look like?” The beautiful male was either oblivious or lacking in the smarts department. Song’s ears perked as he heard the old cow reveal her hiding place with the sudden onslaught of voices and ran as best she could in the opposite direction. This time it was Song’s turn to growl. ”And there she goes, thanks to you.” He said with out hiding the annoyance in his own voice.