Duck Lake child is slowly taken

Carolina heard the huff, but ignored it. Action did not follow it, and it sounded faintly like a note of resignation. Now in possession of the upper hand, Carolina felt a bit more at ease in the presence of the stranger. A smile did not appear on her face, but she did wave her tail to release the tension. She caught the presence of conflict within the sickly girl, but made no move to force herself any further into business that wasn't her own.

When she finally agreed, Carolina turned without a word and walked back into the woods. Fish, while an easy catch in the slower currents of a river, were decidedly more difficult to corner in a lake. So she opted for another idea. Rabbits would be hiding in their hovels, away from the heat, so perhaps there was a chance she could snatch one as it tried to flee.

Using her nose, and paying little heed to if Zombie was following or not, she rooted out a rabbit trail and followed it back to the centralized area. Carolina shot a look back as a clear order: stay there, wait. Whether or not Zombie heeded her command, she maneuvered around the hovel to the back exit. She began to dig, dislodging great chunks of dirt. Her strategy was simple: scare the rabbits into fleeing out the front and towards Zombie.