I Bet They Taste Like Chicken [Large Prey Hunt]

There was no net, but there was a plan. The long legged canine laid out what she believed was the best course of action and Taiga went along with it, nodding in acceptance. A younger wolf questioned her and the feline chuckled, ruby eyes lifting with mirth. "We are indeed pouncers," she confirmed. "If you herd the injured bird towards me, I can catch it before it's off the ground."

The group parted ways, Taiga creeping low and hiding herself in the brush just outside of where the bird, its wing bloodied, stood preening itself. She wondered if it could fly at all with that amount of blood on the wing. They would soon find out, she supposed. Ruby eyes watched and waited, muscles bunched and ready to pounce, since that's what cats were good at.

"Taiga"