A delicious smell wafted to Alkah's nose, which twitched eagerly when it hit him. It was only a mouse, but he figured that even a small morsel could help. He crouched low and followed the tempting, fresh smell, bunched up his muscles when the time was right, and pounced. It turned out he didn't even need to; the prey had been mortally wounded, maybe by some bird of prey, and was dying. He shook it to break the neck and put it out of its misery, then put it down and lifted his snout to the breeze. His packmates were near. 
Looking forward to showing off the tiny kill and giving it to whoever he decided should have it, he snatched the carcass and marched off to join the other hunters.