Heron Lake Plateau They kiss on the ring, I carry the crown.

Nevouku went about the area, with a hare. He had bene touching up on his hunting skills, while he could. Getting what he could. But he could get nothing bigger than a hare, only getting things smaller and that size. He needed to improve, he knew that. 

He was headed for the cache, and that's when he saw someone. Being his nervous self, he ducked behind a bush, moving too fast to realize that he had in fact dropped the hare when his mouth had fallen open.