A small, yellow flash ran through the tunnels that ran through the insides of the mountain where the Zelan pack was first founded.
Flare was currently hunting for a small squirrel that had managed to evade his senses for days on end, and he was finally about to corner it after almost a week of chasing it.
'Finally. After all this time.' The small Werecat thought to himself as he turned a corner. A vicious grin crept over his face as he looked at the squirrel that had trapped itself at a dead-end.
"Thought you could keep running forever, huh?" Flare asked as he took a step closer to the animal, his hands outstretched, and ready to catch the animal the moment it got within range.
"Squeak squeak!" The squirrel cried out in distress. It's teeth chattered and it's fluffy tail shook with fear as it gazed up at the young demi-human that had it cornered.
