Herbalists' Cache I cannot close my eyes

Her nose was beginning to run, making it even harder for her to smell her prey - or anything else, for that matter. Skraeling was ready to give it up as a bad job. She could go another day without eating, but she had a feeling she was coming down with something, and illness needed rest to combat it. That's what her mom had always said, at least. But, just as she was about to turn away to find someplace warm-ish to curl up, she caught sight of the man trying to catch her eye from beyond the bush she'd been sniffing at.

She glanced behind her, bewildered by this interest. Who, me? she thought to herself. But there was no one else around, and the man was making a face at her like he wanted something from her, or maybe he was inviting her somewhere! "Hello!" she called out hurriedly, realizing far too long had passed and what if the man thought she was weird, now?

Except, right as she spoke, it became obvious what he'd wanted. The pheasants they'd both been hunting for suddenly took flight, scattering in all directions at the sound of her voice. "Oops," said Rae, ears falling back in embarrassment.