Bearclaw Valley take me to the jungle

That squirrel pelt in Lucas's jaws was like a luring toy to a cat - Nunataq's eyes followed it's movement up and down and she kept her pace so that she would be able to run right next to him and have a chance to snatch it the moment an opportunity presented itself. And it did - only at the end of their walk, where her brother, entirely consumed by the scenery around him, dropped it. A second later it was secured safely in Nuna's jaws, except her joy for having it all to herself waned, when she saw that something else had caught the boy's interest. She let out a muffled bark and, still holding on the squirrel pelt, ran after him to see, what he was up to.