[BEAR.]

Firehawk didn't hesitate at the sight of the bird, dropping into a crouch as he stalked across the forest floor. His paws were light on the soft snow, careful to avoid crunching down and alerting his quarry. When he deemed himself close enough to leap, he did-- gracefully pinning the crow beneath his paws, and his teeth sank into it's neck, instantly killing it as he briefly savored the taste of warm blood.

He had never been a picky eater, growing up on the streets of the Twolegplace, and it was tempting to dig into the freshly killed bird. But he restrained himself, drawing back from the crow to glance at Mistfall. "Nice find," he complimented her. "Do you want to try for the next one, or would you like us to split off? It's safer to stay close together, but we might find more if we separate after different tracks."

@Hexict