New Beginnings [Sirius]

Dove followed along and picked up the fresh scent of a nearby doe at the same time as Sirius. His paws sank into the soil as his pace quickened, hunger driving him. He was sure, however, to be cautious as the other wolf's words filtered into perked ears. He nodded, sinking low to the ground beneath the undergrowth. This, he knew, he was built for. If not for war, his father had sent him out often to hunt for the pack, as his pelt was better built for hunting that the snowy furs of his siblings. He ghosted through the brushwood, silent as a shadow and impending as death. He willed his stomach to keep silent as he closed the distance between him and the doe of their choice.

Quick and unforgiving, he struck, aiming low and sinking his teeth into the doe's right hingleg, angling himself so that he could avoid the vicious, sudden kicks of the left leg as the doe screamed. Hunting used to bother him. It was a necessity as a predator, he knew, but the terror in the moments before the kill is what he found truly distasteful. He sank low, placing his full weight to the ground to keep the struggling animal in place and attempted to mentally will Sirius to strike and do so quickly.