Heron Lake Plateau to the door, in the floor

She looked him over as he gawked (in general, at her, whatever).  He had a nice, thick pelt with that same gunpowder grayscale that Sunny had boasted with roasting orange eyes.  One thing that she definitively did not see was that single black stripe — mistakenly, she assumed him to be an outsider.

Maybe I can help.  She shrugged, the side of her lip quirking up in a kind of grin.  I'm pretty good at hunting.  Maybe you can teach me how to single him out.  She turned her gaze towards the flock now, eyes narrowed.  Yeh?