Arms Tonite

As the boy remained still, body low to the ground so as to not spook his quarry — he pondered his options. There were only a few scenarios he could come up with for this particular situation. This hunt for the bird foraging along the tall grasses was.. most likely too much for him alone. He was still clumsy, and his paws were much too big for stealth; but he did possess the spirit to try until he succeeded. Call it stubbornness or foolishness.

So. A battle plan. At the moment the bird had not noticed him, it’s distance several meters away and slightly obscured as it moved along the ground in search of sustenance. It appeared to be alone, but there were other sounds of motion further out, so maybe this bird was a straggler - too absorbed to notice how far it had strayed. But Red still had no true plan, other than attempting to sneak up on it and wait for it to wander closer to him? Not a very solid plan at all…

Just as he was going to enact some version of that plan did a quiet shuffle and a voice ring out softly nearby. From what seemed like thin air, one of his elder siblings had appeared! They had only been able to see each other from afar, never individually thus far. Immediately Redrum felt a heavy excitement build within his chest, his tail wagging as a warm grin spread across his lips. A flash of sharp needle-like puppy teeth, golden eyes gleaming as he returned her delight. “Grouse. Red d-did no-t know its n-ame.” The boy nodded, his gaze returning back to the newly identified bird, applying the knowledge to what he had observed so far. It did appear more ground dwelling than, say, a regular smaller bird. It was large too. Not dissimilar to ducks. He guessed it was an established pattern, the bigger they were, the rounder — the more time they spend on the ground? At his elder sister’s suggestion, Redrum met her gaze with a nod. He could do it. Wait for Morticia to chase the bird. Grab the bird. Easy.

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