Verdant Basin Forever's a long time

Laika frowned in disappointment but she knew he was right. She turned to follow him, casting one last resentful glance at the bird. His stride lengthened, his pace quickening and she followed after him. She lowered her head to the ground, attempting to find out what he had smelled. "Weasel!" She exclaimed aloud, her stomach clenching with a mix of hunger and excitement. She followed close behind him, letting him take the lead. 

Eventually, they came to a clearing. She skidded to a halt a good distance away. There, rumaging through the dirt was the scrawniest most pathetic thing she'd ever seen in her life. It was brown -- not unlike a rabbit's pelt -- and had a long slender body matched with short stubby legs. Laika tilted her head and studied it for a brief moment. Honestly, she was surprised it had managed to cling to life for this long. At least it was something, and it was a more probable catch than the bird.