Broken Antler Fen Tomorrow we'll switch the beat, to avoid yesterday's dance

Can we count this to Aduin's hunting trade?

Aduin was drawn to the sound of running paws. He followed them, smelling the scent of a wolf he had not met formally as of yet. He was curious to see what they were doing, and remained low in the underbrush, trailing along the muddy ground. Ahead, he finally spotted the wolf. It was the white on, who's name evaded him at this time, as he had not learned it yet. He prepared to follow her and greet her, then stopped when he spotted a rabbit in front of her. To go out now would ruin her chances. Instead, he stalked ahead of it, hoping to cut it off.