Hushed Willows You want a stealth mode.

The child didn't shy away from him, even though they barely knew each other - even if they'd only exchanged brief names and little more. They had been a quiet lot, exhausted, and he understood that feeling. He could only imagine how they all felt given their father was gone and things had become so precarious. They were older than Tambourine, they couldn't entirely depend on their mother's milk to keep them alive. They needed food, real meat, they needed sustenance. 

The boy stayed quiet and Stark watched up ahead, the hare hadn't given chase yet. "It'll be fast - we'll get closer, and when I say we make a shape like this," He explained, gesturing a near half moon. "You go this way, I'll go the other - if the hare starts running from me, you guide it back to me." He suggested. They'd take it down together. "Don't be afraid to use those teeth."