Duskfire Glacier autumns hunt

Her brothers companion had at last earned some of Tunerk's attention. And, over the last few days, it was surely tired of her. Tunerk did not recognize within herself any real desire to hurt the creature, but now and then her instinct beckoned she heed its comfortable proximity.

Always to no avail, though.

Her furs could no longer be blamed. The tawny hue she carried had been shed with Summers end, and now she was as white-furred as her relatives. For the while, the color was pure, though black guardhairs were beginning to grow. By Winters arrival, the fullness of her fur would reveal her seasonal canvas. Now, though, she blended well with her aunts and her uncles... and most importantly (...in this moment...) the snow.

Her hindquarters shifted as she watched the avian. Though she did not know it, it watched her, too. Tunerk thought she was being discreet, though still had plenty to learn... and so, by the time she charged for the animal, it had taken wing. Tunerk was quick to slow to a trot, unable to withhold a disappointed huff before placing her snout against the earth. She thought she may have detected a far more easy target (at least to find), and her tail waved as she darted in the direction it seemed this trail would lead her.

It would not be a surprise if she did not come across her intended quarry, @Sos, as she was hardly an expert... for now.