Jade Fern Grove and keeping everything down to a minimum

she honed in on the sound quickly, readjusting her path in the slightest as, finally, a trail made itself known. they must be close, and the huntress could hear the barest whisper of undergrowth as she neared. 

then she was moving, lunging for the brown fur that had suddenly appeared between swaying grass blades. jaws snapped, a scream, and the sterling girl skidded through the dirt. another hare took off where it had been foraging nearby, startled into changing its direction by a flash as light; coincidentally, veering off toward the mongol.