With Deathbelle and the babies on the way, and his desire to outfit his den for Zee’s comfort, he had a great deal of hunting to do. Well birds might not be his forte, he was well practiced at bringing down larger creatures, the issue was, he desired to bring down multiple. He had tracked the herd of sheep here, and watched them as they frolicked through the grasses of the prairie, or drunk at the gentle, small stream that moved softly on either side of the grassy land.
He watched for a time, as he tried to consider the best tactic to quickly kill as many as possible before they could flee him. He could attend to their corpses afterwards, it was the matter of bringing down as many as possible that concerned him.
The titan saber-toothed wolf prowled quietly through the grasses, losing daylight as he pondered, schemed and planned, and ultimately came up empty.
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