Emberwood retracing his steps over and over

oof, this got long, but the others won't be. probably.

Food, yes, the thing that you need to survive. Maybe she sucked at the whole "being cool" and "socially acceptable" thing, but at least survival was pretty straightforward. Find water to drink, shelter to sleep in, and food to eat, the last of which was the young girl's current task.

In the days since leaving her pack, she'd kind of been forced to sharpen her tracking and hunting skills, and though she was by no means an expert, she'd liked to think, upon sniffing her way to this rather prey abundant wood, that she'd done pretty darn good, if she did say so herself. The area was positively teeming with life, her ears constantly flicking to the sounds of rustling grass, her head always turning at the constant signs of movement, and her nostrils overflowing with the sweet scent of prey. A self-satisfied grin peeled across her face and her tail conducted a gleeful wag, mouth already salivating. Oh yeah, she'd find food here in no time, and for once in her life, actually felt proud and accomplished.

Of course, little did her starving ego want to acknowledge, tracking was just the first half of the job... Actually chasing down and killing was something completely different altogether. 

Feeling a little cocksure, she immediately set to work seeking out an actual target, lowering her nose to the ground, crouching so as to better hide in the grass, and moving at a slow crawl that would hopefully lure the creatures around her into a false sense of security so she could just lunge out and knab them with their guard down. In this pose, she was not unlike a cat stalking its prey, and being aware of this, reasoned with herself that if it worked for them, it'd probably work for her, right?

Not long after, a small, brown lump moved in the grass ahead of her, drawing her eagle eyes to it and causing her attentive ears to perk. She crept forward... one step, two, three, four... slowly, patiently, that's it... theeeeeen... Her paw landed on a dry bit of grass, which snapped beneath her weight (forcing her to wince) and sent her target flying ahead. Dammit.

Without a second thought, she was off, bursting from her stealthy position and chasing after the rabbit, and ignoring all of the other, closer ones that were sent running away by her sudden movements.

She had to give the little thing credit, it was pretty freakin' fast. At first, she thought because they were small, they must be easy to kill and virtually defensive; y'know, like babies (er, not that she'd ever killed babies). It'd only take one good burst of speed and a precise snapping of her jaws, and she'd have it! But MAN, that thing was GUNNING, and not only did it show no signs of slowing down... it almost seemed like it was getting faster! Or maybe she was just slow... either way, the excitement she'd previously felt at the notion of finally catching some food was slowly starting to dim into mild annoyance and disappointment...

Then, to make matters worse, it wasn't long into her chase that the thing just seemed to say "fuck it" and dove into a previously unseen burrow, effectively vanishing from sight and forcing her to slow down, else she might run over it and get her paw stuck or something. Eyes widening and cheeks bulging with the quick breath of air she just took in, the girl awkwardly skidded and hopped to a stop, like some weird dance, and just barely managed to miss tripping over the small hill of dirt. 

'Aww, come on!' She thought with a whine, brows knit in frustration as she turned her muzzle down to the burrow. "Get back here ya lil' shit!" Came her disgruntled grumble, proceeded by the bright idea of bowing down so that her rear stuck in the air and sticking her muzzle right into the hole. Admittedly, she had no idea how burrows worked, that they were not just shallow little dens but instead were a deep system of interconnected tunnels, so she was under the stupid impression she could just reach in and drag the little sucker out.