<i>Little catch need fast legs, things that can fly and you must jump high.
Time is your friend and your enemy, have patience and watch carefully. </i>
The brown wolf lay on the ground. Focused she didn't lose her prey. Slowly she came a bit up, crawled closer. Not much but in the end every centimetre counts with this kind of hunt. Ren repeated the little rhyme in her head while she waited until the bird would hip away again. Little catches, they were nice practice but she didn't ate them often. Before this she had the luxury to ate from big bloody elks and deer’s. They never bothered to catch small preys like birds and bunnies. Those little things were practice and playthings for little cubs. Unfortunate that good time was history. Small prey must do but first she needed to catch it. Ren knew she had a disadvantage with the speed, and she had no wings what would allow her to fly trough the air without any limits. Again that little rhyme played in her head nonstop. It was something she had learned from her mentor. Every time she would hunt on small prey she would get to hear that stupid rhyme. Her mentor kept her promise, after she would go hunt for her own she would be reminded by that rhyme. Ren didn't knew if she must be happy with it but it had something.
The young wolf prepared to go after the little things within a second waited, her patience was almost gone. Sitting still and waiting was what she hated every since she was little, but necessary she found out after some failed hunts. Her legs began to tickle, now she must go before she would go and rush into things. The brown she-wolf shoot towards the birds who, as soon they saw her, would use there wings to find safety in the air. Ren was ready to jump and picked the slowest among the five and jumped. It wasn't a full hit but she had damaged a wing. If she could stay another five seconds in the air she could have take the bird down with her. Now the only thing she had in her mouth were feathers. Irritated by the another failed hunt she spat the white feathers out of her mouth. She lifted her head, using her nose to smell the blood. With some luck she could target that stupid bird again, but she was afraid that she had to look for some other prey..