After being curled up in the hollow tree all night, I needed to stretch my legs. I uncurled my self and yawned, before crawling out of the tree and checking out my surroundings. It was a beautiful day, and being so would mean easy prey. I sprouted my black wings a flew down from the tree, so high up that I didn't chance climbing down. Sometimes being as small as I am is a good thing, I thought to my self, at least it makes catching prey easier. My mother had been a wolf and my father had been a cat with a hint of artic fox, so I was really a wolf/cat hybrid, making me smaller than avergage. I spied a kesterel perched on a low down branch, and creeped up on it. I got ready to pounce, but I stepped on a branch with a 'crack!' and the startled bird flew away.
"Damn!" I say, stamping the ground. Calm Cazzleki, I tell myself, calm...
I hear rustling in the bushes behind me and get ready to jump in, hoping to find prey. I do jump in, and to my surprise don't find a rabbit, as I was expecting, but a pack of furres. Confused, I stand up straight, cocking my head and looking at them in puzzlement.