Board Thread:Animal Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161102034454/@comment-31605619-20161107013005

Quince huffed, continuing down the frosty dirt and pine needles. He pricked his ear, hearing rustling in the branches above. Finally, something to eat! Once again, his mind was on food. He watched, motionless, as the squirrel gradually made its way down the trunk, then sniffed at the ground. He slowly made him way forward, his head lowered and his haunches bristling. Quince paused as the squirrel raised its head, then with a triumphant bark, the wolf leapt. He clamped his jaw around the squirrel, but it oved too quickly and he bit air, promptly hitting his chin quite roughly against the ground. He yelped as he bit his tongue, and scrambled back up to his paws. The squirrel was gone. Quince growled in annoyance, and sat there under the pine tree.