Heron Lake Plateau Lots of booze, and lots of ramblin'

Raleska had been quite confident in her abilities to pinpoint where the fox was, but that was the funny thing about the world: you could be surer than gunfire and the bullet that followed it, but that didn't mean you'd be right.

The fox had heard her coming, and understandably wanted none of that. Raleska bellowed when she saw him, diving after it with very little care, and very little skill.

Niamh had better plans; be it because she was smarter, or far more experienced -- she managed to skillfully fill in where Raleska left much wanting; before long, and after a fair bit of flustered flitting by the fox, they almost had it --

then, the fox roused and darted straight for her; Raleska wasn't ready for such commitment and she faltered just long enough that, if the fox was as clever as his kith were often attributed as, he would easily be able to weasel right past her -- leaving Raleska both disappointed and defeated.