Watch out there!

Flare had left to hunt. To sate the restlessness in his paws that came with commitment and settling down. Neither of which were aspects that fit his personality well. But he understood the strength in numbers, through the slow progress of working his way up the ranks rankled on the impatient fire-marked wolf.

With a fox at his side, and the Goshawk in the air, he let his paws take him some distance from the pack before he started his hunt. Slowing to catch the scents around him. He caught the scent of buffalo, and knew a herd roamed these knolls. He slowed even further, sending his bird ahead to scout the area. The fox remained at his heels, obedient and loyal.

He wasn’t interested in the buffalo. Its meat would be too big to bring home, and travelling in a herd was inconvenient. He had no intention of mixing with a large group of over-sized grass eaters. He was searching for something else, something more fitting for his mood when the sound of a scuffle caught his attention. He moved closer, and gave a soft laugh when he found the red wolf and her predicament. He considered leaning back and watching the show. And the red horned wolf looked as if she would put on quite a show, as well. But he had come here to hunt…

He let out a put out sigh and rolled his shoulders before stepping forward. He whistled to catch the wolf’s attention, and charged into the side of the Buffalo. It was a damn heavy beast, and he shifted his weight at the last moment. Throwing his forepaws against its side and kicking off. Both to drive it off course from the wolf it was attempting to stampede, and to use the momentum gained kicking off its side to turn him around and shoot away again.

WC: 315
Total: 482


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