Marmot scent filled Ferus' nose, and her tail gave a satisfied swish as she trod in the direction of the delicious morsel. Marmots made for good meals, plenty of fat packed around their bones and organs that made them a pain to kill but a filling and hearty meal. Goats and Dall sheep also called the mountainside home but Ferus didn't often hunt those, especially at this time of year. In the spring, when they were lambing, a feast would be hers. For now, she had to bide her time.
The only smell that filled their nose was that of their prey, blissfully unaware of yet another intruder on her mountain. Ferus crouched as they crept, zeroing in on the marmot foolish enough to venture out of its den at this time of year. Even in the darkness it was a black spot against the snow. Digging, digging, digging...It must not have stocked enough or eaten enough in the fall for the winter.
Good. She continued to stalk the rodent, only pausing when it lifted its head and stood on its hind legs to look around. A stone jutting up from the mountainside helped to cut through her wolf's silhouette and disguise her, and Ferus waited patiently for her quarry to lower its gaurd.
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The only smell that filled their nose was that of their prey, blissfully unaware of yet another intruder on her mountain. Ferus crouched as they crept, zeroing in on the marmot foolish enough to venture out of its den at this time of year. Even in the darkness it was a black spot against the snow. Digging, digging, digging...It must not have stocked enough or eaten enough in the fall for the winter.
Good. She continued to stalk the rodent, only pausing when it lifted its head and stood on its hind legs to look around. A stone jutting up from the mountainside helped to cut through her wolf's silhouette and disguise her, and Ferus waited patiently for her quarry to lower its gaurd.