Even Daffodils Have Claws

[Meds]

Narci was stalking through the underbrush. Usually he didn't sink so low as to actually hunt for himself (somebody or other always seemed to have food nearby, and that way he wouldn't ruin his coat), but there had been a lack of food brought into Secluded Sunrise recently, and he was tired of waiting.

The handsome golden male comes upon the hills. It is early Autumn, and a light breeze is blowing. Narci's power tattoo glows brightly and the wind suddenly shifts, which blows his scent away from all or any prey. He can't control the wind itself, but he can direct currents to aid him. Narci crouches low to the ground, careful not to dirty his fur, and begins scoping out the plains.

[Cascade]

.::Two moose—a pair of cows, browse for food a little ways away from Narci. A small flock of geese squawk loudly in the tall grass.::.

[Meds]

Narci catches the scent of a pair of moose and a flock of geese. His vanity takes control and he beelines for the cows. He wasn't so stupid as to take on two, but he would have to separate them. It was also rut, so he would have to be on the lookout for bulls following the scent of the cows. He sneered to himself, and began inching towards his prey.