toss the albatros

Hunting with Hattori felt natural. As if they were made to be a pair. To be able to hunt in silence, no words exchanged, it was a sign of a true hunter. Only the minor movements of their bodies were enough to tell the other what the next step would be. A simple twitch of the muscle, a flick of the ear, where their steps would land. That was why Kuroo did not hesitate or worry as he clamped down on the bird's wing. Feathers beat against his face only for a moment before the dire wolf had a hold of the other one.

Ignoring the loud crunch of bones and eggs, Kuroo held on. Digging his paws into the straw and reed nest around them, he prevented the large bird from taking off. No matter how many times that sharp beak grabbed at his ears and scruff, he continued to shake his head and furth disable the bird. Only moments later did he feel the weight of Hattori shift from the wing to the neck. In the next second, Kuroo heard the gurgling cry of the dying bird. Quick, easy, simple. Releasing the wing, he looks to Hattori with a smile and a wag of his tail.

"It'll be nice to add this to the menu," he jokes as he prepares to help Hattori get the bird ready to take back to the bamboo.

Kuroo Shima