Moonspear drive by

Ness spent almost as much time out of Moonspear as she did in it, and this just happened to be one of the moments she was caught within the boundaries of her home base. Since she hadn't been doing much except enjoying herself thoroughly in her explorations, the yearling thought it was high time she start showing this turf some of her shining qualities. Like hunting. Ness began tracking rabbits, an easy task surely. And an hour in and she was already one down— with the minimum goal of four— but had chased most of the wild rabbits in the area away. Trotting under a high noon sun covered mostly by grey cumulus, she made her way from the west slopes to the east, her pace slowing as she entered prime small prey territory.

Her nose gave her a large mental image of the area, and she gave the sensitive-eared rabbits a wide girth before closing in on one that was foraging just far enough from the mass tunnels of an underground warren to be caught. Ness gave chase, weaving in and out of the trees with agility worthy of the Olympics. But the threat of death seemed more fueling than some pretty sick moves, and Ness skidded to a stop over the entrance of a burrow, irritatingly empty handed.