The roar of the falls drew in prey animals needing a watering hole - and also those who preyed upon them. Whorl, no great hunter by any stretch of the imagination, knew this would be a prime locale for a few easy kills. His ears stood tall and his semi-prehensile tail made serpentine movements as he crept along the lakeside, legs bent to hold him low to the springy ground. The crashing of water would cover his footfalls well, he thought.
Maybe Whorl had underestimated the intelligence of those he aimed to hunt. There was nothing but birds strutting at this part of the lake’s edge - yet laying out on something that seemed too insignificant to call an island, was a pair of capybaras. A grin turned up the corners of the canine’s lips as he observed them sunning themselves. Whorl knew that capybaras were strong swimmers and he was a decidedly terrestrial creature - but there was more than one way to approach things.
Whorl backed away from the edge of the water, his head low, until he felt his hind paws bump against a thick tree root. The small wolf turned and tilted back his head to assess the tree towering over him.
“Hm!”
Maybe Whorl had underestimated the intelligence of those he aimed to hunt. There was nothing but birds strutting at this part of the lake’s edge - yet laying out on something that seemed too insignificant to call an island, was a pair of capybaras. A grin turned up the corners of the canine’s lips as he observed them sunning themselves. Whorl knew that capybaras were strong swimmers and he was a decidedly terrestrial creature - but there was more than one way to approach things.
Whorl backed away from the edge of the water, his head low, until he felt his hind paws bump against a thick tree root. The small wolf turned and tilted back his head to assess the tree towering over him.
“Hm!”