do these cows moo too?

It wasn't often that he got tired of fishing, but today was one of those days. Clouds broke the sky to reveal a pleasant afternoon as he made his way north through Auster. On the tip of his nose, a strong scent of something close to cattle caught his interest. Turning his trajectory toward the grove of berry bushes, he picked up a slow lope until he got near enough to see them munching away. Ducking down into the shadows so he wouldn't be seen, the slim splotched boy watched his soon-to-be prey with pale pink eyes. His eyes pressed forward as his tail swished back and forth. Paws dug into the dirt beneath him as he searched for a suitable candidate. Nothing too sickly, but nothing too large either should do the trick.

"Speech"