Springing Forward

Úlfr crouched down in the tall grass. He was finally getting his sense of smell back as the congestion cleared. He buried his face in the grass for a moment before a large, fat cricket caught his attention. Prey! He crouched down in the grass and watched the cricket, silver-blue eyes tracking the movement. He coiled his legs beneath him and leapt for the cricket, but as soon as his paws came toward it the cricket jumped and Úlfr missed. "Awww, no!" His ears twitched as he eyed the cricket for another moment before springing again, only for it to leap away. He was supposed to be a mighty hunter! Why wasn't this working? He crouched down in the grass. Maybe he could sneak up on it…