StormHeart

StormHeart padded through the Prairie, carrying his frame low to the ground. Perked ears swiveled, listening for noises, the tan blending with the orange, tan and gray tail swished slowly, back and forth, gradually. Everything that wasn't black or tan would generally stick out, but he was hiding in the tallest grass, carried so low to the ground he was practically invisible. The large pup kept a keen eye on anything interesting, being bored out of his wits. Gray paw, tan paw, gray paw, tan paw. Mentally, StormHeart tracked each and every thing that happened with and around him. Flicking his ears, he looked around, bored. Was there any reason coming here?

Vanity

Self, held low to the ground, her eyes wide and peering. Her head thumbs deeply in her chest as she scans the grass for possible lunch. So many scents, so many sights, so many sounds. The grass moves to her right and she fidgets a moment before letting off a warning growl to a rather large snake. Moving away from venomous reptile and closer to the shorter grass.

She continued to look around, her hope for a meal slowly dwindling as the grassland seemed to be motionless. Motionless until StormHeart passed, that was. Her eyes caught the swaying grass that he passed and she smiled. A rabbit no doubt. She thought and began to softly stalk after it.

Being the largest female in the valley, stalking was a hard thing to do, Vanity weighed an outstanding 195 pounds and stood nearly 4 feet, 3'8", to her back, she was more an ancient dinosaur than modern day wolf. Concealing herself was not the easiest of things to do, but whatever was in the grass, probably wouldn't see her, since she couldn't see him.

Growing closer to the swaying grass, she kept low, but now the grass around her could be heard slowly bowing out of her way. When she felt she was close enough, she pounced and tried to grab the little animal that was before her.

StormHeart

StormHeart was clueless to the hunter that had joined him in the prairie. He was well on his way, wandering around, when he spotted a little mouse. He began to pounce after it, playing with it. When it would 'get away,' he'd run and stamp his paw on the little thing's tail. He would let it go when it would lie still and they would continue their game.

However, not long after, he felt what seemed to be a crushing force on his lithe body, smacking him to the ground under what looked like a giant wolf. He gazed up, confused, in awe, and in defiance, cocking his head.