Flying Trout trotted round the trees, humming to himself as he went, it was hunt day, it was hunt day, time to go out and conquer all the beasts! From the might caribou to the sly, slippery squirrel. He couldn't count the days he had spent hunting squirrel, really a tiny tidbit but they tasted better then mice...somewhat nuttier. Flying Trout wondered what Blood Claw, his alpha was up to today, he though life would be pretty boring if he were not hunting and anything with manage in the job description just sounded like long drawn out arguments waiting to happen. But Blood Claw seemed to do well enough, to each their own, and for him.. Squirrel!
