A Hunt
There is movement on the other side of a snow bank. It is the tip of an antler. The others with me quietly and effectively move away from me and take their positions. I move up next to a tree and "become" the tree as my way of staying unnoticed. I then very slowly move low to the ground and "become" the snow in order to stay hidden. This form of hiding is so instinctual and natural for me to do. With a sudden surge, I burst out into the open just as my companions do. The small male elk is surrounded and has no chance to escape.
-- Owl (Shifted as Wolf)
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