Post by Finnick on Aug 25, 2017 22:19:24 GMT -6
The day was long and ultimately exhausting. Sun baking down on the earth, Finnick slipped through the tall grass of the fields, padding quickly to make his way past it to get to a place with shorter grass, because he was starting to feel like he was drowning in the ferns. Following trails was impossible in the impossibly long grass.
He finally broke out of the ferns, padding out onto the low-growing field that he knew sheep regulated, hesitating to taste the air. Distinguishing a squirrel scent from the musty smell of sheep, he perked up a tiny bit and started to silently follow the trail.
The squirrel itself appeared much quicker than he expected it to, practically dashing across his paws to try and make an escape. The bronze-pelted tom reacted quickly, dashing forward to sink his teeth into the prey's neck, giving it a quick death. He dropped it and sat down, feeling rather proud of himself for his progress in land hunting.
Abbie
He finally broke out of the ferns, padding out onto the low-growing field that he knew sheep regulated, hesitating to taste the air. Distinguishing a squirrel scent from the musty smell of sheep, he perked up a tiny bit and started to silently follow the trail.
The squirrel itself appeared much quicker than he expected it to, practically dashing across his paws to try and make an escape. The bronze-pelted tom reacted quickly, dashing forward to sink his teeth into the prey's neck, giving it a quick death. He dropped it and sat down, feeling rather proud of himself for his progress in land hunting.
Abbie