Broken Boulder Boulder Huntin'

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Ali hung back after a moment, observing the pale girl's progression. He found himself impressed-- she had quickly picked up the basics.
Even so, he was admittedly a bit surprised when she caught the rabbit. A smile lit his face and he moved closer to lick her cheek, not bothered by her scarlet-stained mouth.
Good job. The boy told her, sincere but already distracted by another scent. This time it was fox. He nosed Korei's ear lightly before turning to track it, not wanting to lose the opportunity for more food. The scent took him towards the creek, stronger along the small rocky shoreline.
A dozen steps later, he spotted the source of the scent. The scrawny thing had tucked itself between thick, raised tree roots braided through the rocks. Alarian stilled for a moment-- then, too soon, took off after it. Wary and feral, the fox darted easily from the boy's grasp and out of sight. A frustrated snort escaped him, but was abruptly cut off when he realized he had leapt too far.
Ali's paws splayed out, attempting to brace himself against the tree roots or the rocks or something. It didn't work. Several rocks scattered into the water just seconds before the boy himself fell gracelessly into the creek. He was immediately soaked. Spluttering and coughing, he rose from the water a moment later only to flop backwards and back in. There were several moments of movement-- not quite flailing but more animated than writhing.
At some point, he gave up and resigned himself to drowning in two feet of water. It was then that he regained his footing and promptly flung himself from the water like a dying porpoise.