not a sound but a flap of wings

The apprehension of the hunt was building. Silence befell the group as they bode their time, Kuroo taking the lead by offering to grab the neck of the swan. He’d already claimed a wing himself, little Fuji taking a foot and Hattori taking the opposite wing. They all had a part in the takedown - there wasn’t much of a chance anything could go wrong, not with some experienced hunters and fighters in their midst.

As they crouched by the waters’ edge, Usagi held his breath, his body dead still - chartruese gaze sharply focused on the prize swan in front of them. As Kuroo sprang into action, lunging for the bird’s neck, Usagi wasted no time spurring into a controlled sprint. The water frothed and splashed around his pelt, soaking him as Hattori and Fuji also ran froward. Each wolf took their piece, and the Hohei snapped his jaws at the flailing feathered wing that was still outstretched. He grimaced as the animal cried out - they were truly living up to their name, those birds - and after snapping his jaws multiple times to thin air he finally found purchase, sinking his teeth into the fleshy segment of the wing in an attempt to totally immobilize it. It appeared to work, as he forced the wing to stay still so the kill could be done.

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