Owlfang took a small breath to steady himself and focused his senses. He gathered his weight and padded lightly along the cold ground and when he smelt a familiar odor on the breeze, jumped delicately to a low hanging oak tree branch a few mouse-lengths above the ground. He had spotted a smashed egg on the ground and the scent of a squirrel entwined with crow. Owlfang looked up, his suspicion was right. A raided nest was on the bran above him, hanging off the side its contents spilling out onto the ground, and a distressed crow hopping around the branch near it. Owlfang looked ridiculous, his large frame balancing on a thin branch, but in one powerful leap, he launched himself off his branch and into the air. His teeth caught the startled crows wing and he dragged it down with him as he fell back to the ground. Owlfang landed untidily, but shifted his fangs to the birds throat, finishing it off in one swift head movement. He picked up the bird and he couldn't help but let a deep purr out. Owlfang began his journey back to camp, bounding through the barren trees excitedly. A crow this large was uncommon in a leaf-bare as cold as this and he was pleased he didn't have to return home empty pawed.