Blacktail Deer Plateau breakin' my heart (pretty brown eyes)

Although a bit confused (and maybe a bit disappointed) by the sudden change in the girls' attitudes, Moonstone thought it'd be easier to sit back and let them enjoy their game of chase than to try corralling them into a much less entertaining bird hunt. Besides, this was safer and more constructive; they had years to learn how to hunt, but only so long to enjoy each other's company as children should. 

While they chased one another in the name of pride, a small, wobbly figure walked right into Moonstone's path of sight. She stayed completely still, hoping that the girls were far enough off to not disturb the already skittish prey, then lunged with as much precision as she could. The bird escaped, just barely making it through the small opening between her paws, but with a quick rearing up and a snap of her jaws, Moonstone had found herself a catch.