He knew what he wanted. Ezekiel was still gone, and with him his skills. The younger Olson had always been adept at trapping smaller prey. Noah could never justify dulling an arrowhead for a hare, and his traps somehow never cast a shadow on Ezekiel's. However, with his brother gone and his traps unset and empty, Noah's stomach rumbling with the craving of the tender hare meat. Now, with his feline form he had found himself in, he could attain that craving. Therefor, he stalked. He had an idea of where he could find the creatures, knowing well where his brother's traps had been placed in the past.
In a small cluster of boulders Noah waited, muscles tensed in his shoulders, haunches, and long his spine.
The spring was not a time only left for humans to celebrate. Longnight scared all creatures. Darkness was filled with unknowns and predators that did not normally come stalking for the hares. So they waited, quick heartbeats even quicker than normal. When the sun rose, however, they sighed their relief and turned to forage what they could from beneath the snow.
One hare, stark white against the alabaster snow, could only be seen by its shadow and the occasional lift of its body to search for danger among the tundra. It moved closer and closer to the outcrop of boulders, nose twitching, twitching, twitching....
The lynx waited. The sun was warm--well, as warm as Halo allowed in the spring--overhead. Keen, blue eyes moved across the sparkling tundra before him as his ears swiveled atop his broad head. He stayed crouched between two boulders, waiting and watching. He did not dare move until he was certain there would be prey to chase, to follow in the snow. He had yet to test this new body of his, and excitement prickled along his spine. His toes twitched as he waited. He could hardly stand it. His heart was beating like a hammer against his rib cage.
Finally, he saw his opportunity. From around the west side of his hiding place, a hare hopped. It was not as large as some of its kin he had seen--and eaten--before, but he didn't care. He always knew that the animals were skinnier coming out of Deepfrost, just as the humans tended to be. Noah watched it hop a few more paced before him, it's large ears rotating and its nose scrunching up. He watched as panic filled it's eyes and it stopped. Noah knew that it had caught his scent. Now was his time. Suddenly the lynx surged forward, spring-like muscle propelling thick, muscles haunches and large, sweeping forelegs towards the hare.
