Sleeping Dragon tell me is that déjà vu?

It was by chance that the muddied male stumbled upon the child in her stalk, for he had been out getting a lay of the land when his nose had unintentionally led him to the girl before him now. He watched from a distance as the bird caught her attention and as she pressed herself to the earthly floor he too drew alongside her, crouched down with his stomach just barley skimming the ground.

Hunting was not his forte, but perhaps if he was able to assist her in this endeavor he might prove more useful than what he had felt just a few moments ago. His eyes peeled from the bird for only a moment to catch the girl's reaction before returning to the chosen prey. He waited for her instructions, as this was her hunt to lead and he would do as commanded.