Bearclaw Valley oh inside, you feel like needles

indra was unware of the abernathy woman's studying, having dove face-first into a crust of snow. blindly she snapped around, extracting a squirming hare that gave her a positive fight of its life. with its scruff in her jaws it dangled wildly, kicking as hard as it could against her chin with a tenacity that left her scabbed and blooded.

she flung her head around to crack its spine and instead promptly dropped the rabbit, for it had sunk its teeth into her chin in the most vindictive of manner -- the pain and surprise took her entirely off guard and she watched stupefied as it bound off, cottontail bobbing in the snow.

eventually she recollected her wits, turning after blondine with her ears splayed to the side in shame. the two had fun ribbing each other over their failures -- and with two empty stomachs, made for the cache to fill their bellies and try again some other day.