LIFE AND DEATH | hunting

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♛ | GAEL Ó BROIN

Following his usual border patrol, the vulpine trotted quietly along the outskirts of the jungle, close to the sand.  He considered the weather drastically improved from his previous state, although he would remain wary of the blood nile -- only a true concern should they see more spring rains.

As ink-splashed paws quietly treaded over the sand, Gael raised his head.  He had been following the shadow of a hawk for a steady distance, watching and waiting.  Since there was a feast to plan and prepare, he would not waste the opportunity to add to the food storage.

The Ardent's hazel gaze slowly scanned the nearby desert.  Assuming good fortunes there would be a rabbit or something similar on the move.  A distraction to bring the bird of prey closer to the ground, and consequently, the fox who waited.

As it were, he continued to follow the hawk.

BUT I PROMISE YOU I'LL KEEP YOU SAFE ♛  gael ó broin / faerie / ardent