Another deep breath fills his lungs, and it is exhaled just as quickly as it was breathed in. His claws bore into the moist dirt below, sliding ever so slightly down the slope he finds himself descending. His tail swings carefully behind him, aiding his in balance as he takes a small leap forward, finally landing on solid ground. At last, he has come upon the source of the sweet sound his ears picked up minutes earlier - a river. He lowers his head to the surface, quickly lapping at the rushing water until he is satiated.
As he lifts his head, his eyes quickly begin to scan below the depths of the stream, searching for any unfortunate creatures that might come into view. Being raised near a lake certainly had its advantages - and quickly mastering the art of hunting fish was one of them. His front paws delve into the frigid water, allowing him to go slightly further into the lake without fully submerging himself. He is perfectly still for several minutes, simply allowing the fish to grow comfortable and float ever nearer to him. At last, one skirts past his left paw and his muzzle dives down, teeth splitting through scales and bone until the fish is firmly in his grasp.
(This post was last modified: Feb 27, 2022, 12:50 AM by Emra.)