The figure stood low, a paw lifted off of the cold hard ground. His calculating eyes locked onto the target in front of him. He stalked closer, slowly at first, before bursting forward. Powerful hind legs propelled him forward while front took the ground in lengthy strides. His body curved, skidding slightly as he hastily turned to give chase, nipping at the heels of a Snowshoe Hare. The male weaved in and out of the trunks surefooted. His stamina kept him going until finally his front teeth made contact with its tail. He flung the hare up, aiming to get a better grip. He snagged its back midair. His teeth crunched down, an audible crack breaking through desperate squeals. Luca dropped the animal down, brown eyes watching it struggle to walk as he placed a small paw on its head. Wasting no time he put an end to its suffering, breaking the neck with powerful jaws. As he lifted his head back up, prize firmly grasped, he shook it for good measure. Perhaps a bit excessive.
The man trotted back to the pack's cache with his head high, tail neutral but wagging enthusiastically. A wolf lived for the thrill of the hunt, and he was no exception. His muzzle was splattered with blood, the animal hanging limp in his clutch. Luca added it to the pack's storage and turned around to head back out. It was the small rodent's breeding season, and he didn't doubt his chances of seeing another one hoping around the territory."HE SPEAKS"