Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

"Yes, they're very alert," Wildfire agreed. There was a reason she very rarely hunted birds. They required too much effort and expertise with very little yield. "I've only caught a handful in my day. And I've never taken down one that wasn't somehow injured already. I'd have no chance," the Bandrona said humbly.

Her eyes gleamed at Freyja's answer. "We can definitely nab you a rabbit. C'mon." She poked the girl gently with her nose, then pivoted on a red heel and began trotting toward the territory's outskirts. There was a small warren just past the eastern border overlooking Kildeer Rest. She had found it just recently. It reminded her of the one back at the caldera.

"Okay," she announced as they began to approach Drageda's fringes. "I'm going to keep watch since we're so close to the borders. See those little holes up ahead? Those are the entrances and exits of a large network of underground burrows. Patience is key here. You have to wait for a rabbit to surface, then choose the perfect moment to strike. Your prey will have the advantage here, with many escape routes littered all around it. You have to be very stealthy and time your hit just right."