Blacktail Deer Plateau no one gets left behind

When Dante said yes to hunting, she raced out into the forest, paused, then ran on, realizing he would be able to track her scent. She bounced around quietly, sniffing out a mouse. Creeping up on the scent, she saw a brown mousie.

Pouncing, she gave it a quick nip to the neck, and picked it up. Grasping the mouse, she trotted backwards, following her own scent trail. She sat down and waited for Dante. Her tail wagged like crazy.
(Oh, I have been at a camp, so sorry about the lack of response.)