steps

Rudyard hadn’t been awake very long though one wouldn’t know it from his chipper stride.  The wolf was planning to just take a patrol along with the pack's current borderline and take another look at the berry grove.  Even as he strode along Rudyard slowed as he saw a sibling he hadn’t spent nearly enough time with as of late.  

Rudyard slowed a bit behind her, his attention going from her to the peafowl she had spotted.  After a moment of sizing up the situation, he crouched down and slid up alongside her, careful to not alert the birds she watched.  “You know,” he spoke softly, “they don’t die just from watching them Tika.”  His puff of a tail swished back and forth, a friendly tap of his shoulder against hers.

“You know, it might sound counterproductive but if you get close it's actually easier to catch one of the ones watching you.  Their first instinct is to fly and get higher but it's fastest going straight so good odds it will go straight towards you.  As long as you can reach it in time before it's up too high it will be an easy jump and grab.”  Rudyard had no idea how much hunting Tika did but she wasn’t a regular at it so it might or not be useful knowledge.

"Rudyard"