Hideaway Strath So let me out at the end of the night

for my Strath sistas and brotha (sorry Zaavier you're the only boy)

Dany followed the scent of hare, eyes on the tracks she was tracing through the tall grass. The scent grew headier, Dany lowering herself cautiously as she raised her head in search of the mammal silently. 

It wasn't long before she came across it, perched on its long hind legs as it rubbed it face with its paws. Dany crouched, eyes locked on the hare; her target. Unfortunately for her, the wind chose that moment to shift in the hare's direction.

The hare turned in her direction, nose wiggling as it spotted her before darting off. Dany leapt for it but soon slowed to a stop as it disappeared into a burrow. With a sigh, resigned to wait, the fey settled down by the side of the burrow.