Asara had learned another way to find birds now, bugs. Although she had learned that birds weren't ALWAYS by the berries, and she could find them wandering about elsewhere too. She called out for anyone who might be interested in hunting with her today before she wandered over to the small pond Noir had showed her and Violante only days prior. They had created their own footprints, which really complicated things. She frowned, and studied the ground closely. Eventually she was able to make out fresher prints, that she then took in the scent of and started to follow.
During a quick patrol of their southern region, Violante caught her daughter's scent. An easy smile curled at her lips and she trotted off, tracking the girl. She then heard Asara's call, and she increased her speed until she could hear her daughter, then slowed.
Asara,
she called out. Practicing a little hunting?
She could see the tracks all about, and after scenting the air for a moment, she pointed her daughter east, asking, Why don't you try tracking over there? The scent is stronger.
Her mom joined her today. She smiled excitedly. Hi momma!
Her tail swished eagerly in the air. Her mom always had the best hunting advice. She quickly followed it. Moving towards the direction her mom had pointed her. Bird scents grew stronger, and footprints cleared and became less muddied. She sniffed the footprints and they matched the scent in the air. She smiled at her mom. You're good at this.
She moved slowly forward, following the bird's scent.
Violante smiled back down at Asara, and chuckled at her compliment. Planting a kiss to her forehead, telling her, I've had a lot of practice. Go ahead, you've got this.
Then, she fell silent, content to pick a spot to lie low and watch her daughter continue tracking her quarry.
The prints led to a few feathers. The girl had been concerned since she had found the nest with Noir and Violante II. She had been wanting to ask her mom about it. Momma, what happens if we kill all the momma birds and none of the eggs hatch?
She tried to whisper. She hadn't heard her quarry yet but that didn't mean it couldn't hear her. The girl had slowed, pawing the feathers.