toss the albatros

There is a pause in the Kaicho’s large steps. Kuroo is sure to pause not a half-second later. Every fiber of his being is on alert as he meets the man’s gaze. A slight nod of the head, a gentle shift of muscle. It makes sense. He is smaller, lighter, faster than the Kaicho. Hattori is there for muscle, strength, brawn, whatever you wanted to call it. While he is not stealthy like a feline, he at least is something.

Darting around Hattori and moving forward, ever closer to the Albatross’ nesting area, Kuroo zeroes in on their target. If the bird were to take flight… their hunt would be over. Even one inch out of their reach and they would have to try again a different day. Which was why he was extra careful. Not even his tail moved as he shifted through the grass. Breathing slowly and deliberately, Kuroo went around to the opposite side of the large bird’s nest.

His toes flexed in the soft dirt and grass beneath him as he rolled his shoulders backward. This was it. His moment was now as the large bird began to tuck its beak beneath its wing to rest. In the next instants, the pale piebald wolf was lunging forward. A paw slipping in the mud, he manages to leap forward and latch on to the bird’s shoulder as the bird startles and opens its wings to defend itself and the nest.