Birdies everywhere

Kotori didn’t often use the rustling thicket for his hunting.  The wolf preferred more open land, able to run straight ahead without all the brush for the prey to zigzag around.  Today though he was hunting prey that abounded in here.  Kotori was on a mission to collect feathers.  Kotori picked up a dead dove he had just killed and flung it inside a sack, already containing turkey and some type of waterfowl within. Kotori was in the process of collecting feathers.  

This place was littered with birds, though most of them were up in the trees.  There were tiny ground birds running around but they were no better than the dove he had just taken.  He wouldn’t of bothered with such a small one but it had been just that dumb.  If a bird was going to practically fly straight at him then it must have wanted death.

"Kotori Fatalis"