twitch padded up beside her, gaze flicking between the burrow and the faint prints cutting away through the brush. rabbits here, quail there. safe meal or… harder one. her stomach gave a low twist, reminding her which it wanted. but her pride was a meaner thing. don’t make a fool of yourself twice in front of her.
her ears tipped back, forward again. finally, she muttered,
her ears tipped back, forward again. finally, she muttered,
quail.the girl nodded, jerking her muzzle toward the tracks, already slipping into a crouch.
c'mon.