~Fire and Ice~

Aeolus would hear the larger and older dame ask him if he could hear the sound of arctic hare, and the smell of them. His double colored eyes shown seriousness yet happiness as he walked through the frozen landscape, paws crunching underneath the snow.

He came close to a large, plumb hare close by. He knew that when you're hurting you had to be quiet as possible. The brute had not been hunting as much as he would like. But, because of his father, he knew a lot to get by.

A smile came on his face as he moved downwind from the hare. When he was sure the hare did not spot him, he leaped and tackled the hare down, snapping his jaws arouns his windpipe and shaking the life from it. When it was lifeless, he approached the dame and smiled, hoping he did ok.