Birds of a Feather
01-19-2014, 12:49 PM
The sounds of young birds had brought her to a marshy wet land. She was searching for a easy meal, and it seemed young birds would do the trick this evening. It was getting on to be twilight, the sun was starting to disappear behind the horizon. The darkness was setting in, and the birds had not quite made it home to their nests. With a victorious smirk the she wolf would sneak her way to the various nests that were laid before her. A buffet of young birds was open for her dinner. Slate colored paws would quietly approach the young animals, her jaws slightly damp from the anticipation. She would lick her lips as she peeked into the contents, four sleeping chicks would greet her. Their size was rather large, it seemed that the four of them would create an excellent meal. She would lean in to grab them all quickly as she heard the alarming call of another bird. The young ones would suddenly spring awake, but it was too late. Twig would grab all four necks into her slavering jaws and then made a break for the shallow woods. I can talk! |
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