Bramblepoint With the new day comes new strength

Her chuckle drew a faint smile out of him; he liked it when things went along easy. And at least she was decisive, he liked that too. He said nothing to her decision but nodded an affirmation, however potentially unseen it would be. The time for words had stopped—her footfalls slowed as the pathway opened into their proverbial hunting grounds. Already, he could spy out where the snow worked to cover the hare's many trails. It was there that Dirge stepped into the lead, his tail flicking at his hocks in thought.

His steps became precise and quiet as he slunk down to test the air and proceed. Getting to a place that prove decent without alerting the already jumpy game was half the battle. He assumed that she would know what to do and paid her almost no mind; if she found where they were likely to spring forth they would dine well tonight indeed.