My forebears would be appalled (Drabble)

My forebears would be appalled
By Morgan Olson

The hunting instincts ran deep within my clan.
Motionless, I watched the trail for half an hour as lesser game passed
I was after the true prize
Nothing less would satisfy my deep hunger.
Keeping still and making little noise to alert the catch to where I lay.
My eyes focused on where each tiny noise came from.
Every honed sense quivered for the chase.
Recognition
It tingled through the tongue as saliva pooled in my mouth.
My instincts keen as I raised and ready to pounce.
“Dan, for the last time that is my Moutian Dew, you jerk.”