Stalking Sparrows - OPEN Dec 26, 2017 11:07:06 GMT
Post by Michael Crevan on Dec 26, 2017 11:07:06 GMT
Michael’s stomach grumbled to him loudly as he quietly trod across the forest floor. His little paws barely made an imprint in the soil as he made his way to his favourite hunting space. On his way, he heard the soft twitter of a bird above him, which was returned by a few loud eager tweets. His ears twitched and his eyes widened. A fox grin made it onto his face and his ears sought the sound. His pace picked up a little and he stood at the base of a tree that held what seemed to be chicks and a mum. His tail swayed side to side as he tried to look for something he could do to chase them out of their tree. He spotted a fallen tree and he perked up again. He trotted over to it and leaped up onto it. He began to walk up on the slop but then stopped when he realised it didn’t get far enough as it was leaning on the tree next to the one he was trying to get into. Michael glanced down to see if the jump was worth the risk, but the height almost made his head spin. His claws dug into the dead tree and his breathing became a little more ragged.
With that in mind, he made his way down, leaping down to the soft ground when it was safe. Now, Michael’s hunger was back in full force and he wanted to eat those birds. A million ideas ran through his head, most about shifting back but he knew that in his other form he was more clumsy and less likely to catch his meal. He wondered if he should attempt to catch a mouse instead as it would be much easier. He was jogged out of his thinking by a loud crunch and his fur stood on its end. He quickly turned around, positioning himself to be able to run at a moments notice. If it turned out to be a human, then he was going to run but if it was another fox then he would try to convince it to help him. Two brains were better than one, even if one of them was a full animal without the intelligence of a werebeast, such as him. The crunches became louder, and he tilted his head to side, trying to figure out what it was by it’s footsteps.
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