Lurking deep.

The light yellowed sand whipped across the small beach like area surrounding the lake creating miniture tornados around his feet. He had been stood solitary for many hourss watching and waiting. But the sand was becoming a more constant reminder that a large storm was on its way inland. He could not waste much more time out here by the water he would have to move back towards the den soon. Folding his arms he continued his wait eyes scanning the water, banks and surrounding undergrowth a frown creased upon his usually smooth face.

Earlier he had been out on a simple scout, they were all new to the area and he wanted to have a look around to make sure the grounds were safe for the rest of the pack and especially his daughter, he would not let her out of his sight until he was confident nothing would happen to her.
Having come across a small heard of deer he stalked them from a distance wanting to study their grazing paterns and their territory on the land. If they knew this it would make the hunts run very smooth and easily.

Something had caught his attention from within a thick growth of bushes there had been a muffled deer cry. Instantly setting Killow on edge he had walked over to see a trail of blood leading through the undergrowth and into the murky waters of the lake. This led him up to now. He was going to wait until he saw what creature had managed to bring down a fully grown deer with such ease. Or until the storm forced him to return to the den.

Koori's ears twitched as she layed beside the deer she had been tracking for several hours, her tongue hanging from her mouth as she pants. Her breathing was heavily labored, as she twisted about on the ground, scratching her back. Her muzzle bared the appearance of being wet, soaked with blood. The pads of her feet were worn down, causing her pain. She twisted again, raising to her feet, only to flick her ears from side to side. She then sat, she seemed jumpy, hyper, unable to keep still.

As she gets to her feet she takes notice to the smell of another close by, her ears fall back against her head, a deep growl rumbling from her chest. Although she was slightly worn out, her stubbornness would not allow another to hang around. Rising to her feet her tail goes stiff as she seeks out the form that she guessed would be hiding in the undergrowth around her. Pausing, she considers it to be someone of the pack, so she sits, giving a silent huff. Almost as if she was calling a pup, seeing if this would draw out the mysterious other.

Ashlyn lowered her belly to the floor; Her pale blue otpics locked and loaded onto the form of a small hare across the shallow iver bed. It was drinking, lapping at the crystal waters unawares of its potntional murderer in the undergrowth opososite.
The wind carried her sombre scent downwind of the river. She flicked her front paws out infront of her body and lay them out flat on the ground, reading the earth. Her tail lay deadly still behind her form.

The hare moved. Ashlyn lowered her head, raising her torsoe with a camoflaged grace, making absolutly no noise. Theperfect stealthy hunter. She was trained from her dad when he wa Hunter Captain. Her ear flicked upon he crown, only once; Releasing a fly that had tried to interrupt her hearing. Lifting her paw from the ground, she advanced forward in a deliberatly slow move, feeling the ground beneath her pad before placing a strategic step towards her prey. She followed through with her back leg. Watching the hare stand to attention; Though, it was not of her movements. She had heard it too. A weak huff. The wolf that had made it was close.

The hare had taken the sound as a threat and Ash knew that it would take a half a second before it vanished into the bushes. Leaning back, a soft, quiet growling rumble began its way in her chest as she curled her legs. Claws tensed as they gripped the earth. Just as she had predicted the hare shot off cascading from the river bed. There was not a moments hesitation about her as her statued form sprung to life, rocketing after the hare.

She cleared the small streaming river in one bound. Her legs moving faster and faster to keep up the same speed as the small mammal. The dirt ripped up behind her, leaving a destructive path of footprints in her wake. Being a young wolf meant that Ashlyn had the unforclosed adrenaline and stubbornness that an adult might have masteredi in a hunt. She let nothing in her way as she pursued the chase.

The distance between herself and the hare was closing fast, she had managed to inherit her speed and agility from her father. A lucky trait to have. Her blood coursed through her viens drving her into a raged chase. Picking up her back paws, she pulled them into her body as tightly as was possible, building the energy in her muscles. Her ears fell flat against her skull and in one final leap her maw closed in on the hare's neck. The force from her maw muscle capacity emaciating the neck instantly, causing death. The action caused her maw to cover with the animals blood, the hot scent of thick iron hitting her nose.

Letting her catch drop to the floor, she panted heavily. Her tongue hanging from her mouth, rising and falling with each staggering breath. She drew it in to keep it hydrated, wetting it with her saliva.
Happy with herself she sat upon her haunches before letting her upper body fall to the ground and she lay, resting on the cold earth. Her catch between her front paws and her tail resting gently behind her.