Dawnlark Plains all my dreams are in a width of languages my tongue can speak

So focused was she in finding the birds that she didn't know how much time had passed when Dawn's soft call rang out. Her ear swiveled in the direction it came, and her head and body soon followed. She was careful to be silent and light on her feet. Her eyes darted to and fro, trying to catch sight of the birds that Dawn had alerted her to. 

Movement, finally. Aviana's body froze, except for her eyes. She knew where the bird was, now she needed to know where Dawn was. Her eyes searched beyond their intended prey, and it took her a few moments to find her hunting partner. Every time she thought the bird was looking, she moved a little more into position. When she was finally there, she focused on what her technique would be to herd it towards Dawn. 

Slowly, she crept forward, this time purposely stepping down on a crunchy leaf before she froze. The bird's head came up, and seemed to look directly at her. Aviana didn't move a muscle. Didn't even breath. The bird's instincts told it to be nervous, but as it didn't see anything, it didn't fly away. It did, however, move a little further away from Aviana, and closer to Dawn. Her plan was working. 

It pecked its way in the direction they wanted it to go. Then, Aviana made her next move. She rushed towards the fowl, and it ran a few feet before attempting to spread its wings and fly. Aviana hoped Dawn was close enough to jump and catch it before it got away.