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

:p

Pearl emerged from the hole, pale coat strewn with dirt, eyes darting to and fro to try and locate where the small fluffy bastard got to. Cursing didn't bother her in the slightest, and the prey getting away was disappointing, but she wasn't angry with him. Mistakes happen, especially in hunting. It was natural. Making a clicking noise with her tongue in the direction of the creature, she turned back to the male with a dorky smile on her face. "You're fine, it happens to the best of us. It was a pretty good plan, though. What's your name?" she asked, over the incident in a flash.