I recognize the expression on the wolf / coyote’s face: WHEEEE! HA-HAH GONNA GET IT! . . . my last dog had a SERIOUS prey drive.
Kira never managed to catch a tree squirrel, but she did nail a few mice and moles, and once, horribly, a ground-dwelling squirrel. She instantly lost interest in the thing after she tore it open, leaving me to say “sorry dude!” as it passed on. Kira didn’t even try to eat it.
I guess if she was a hungry wild canine she would have finished the “game” part by actually eating the critters.
Oh . . . Kira did manage to catch and eat, whole and live, one or two little birdies that she snagged from inadequate hiding places in bushes. That was freaking sad; once the bird’s mate or friend twittered around as the little legs disappeared down her throat.
My new shepherd barks and lunges at squirrels and cats, but she won’t tear up a meadow looking for the moles she smells there.
