Wapun Meadow A Hunting Lesson

Hmm. The directions themselves seemed simple enough, it was the tracking that'd been tricky. She'd relied too long on someone else to do all this prep work for her, the fact she'd hadn't immediately starved after leaving her previous pack had all been based on luck on her own swiftness when her stomach began to growl. Tapping her hip with her tail in thought, Kipling nodded in confirmation. After pausing to digest the advice given, her nose dipped once more seeking out the trail with new confidence. Other questions lingered though, if it was hiding in a rabbit hole then how would she know beforehand? It would probably smell her long before she got close enough or-- her thoughts halted suddenly, as did her feet going stock still. That tiny brown bundle, just barely a speck in the tall grass, had to be something? She was counting on it being edible. Wagging her tail with new anticipation, she took one hesitant step then froze slowly turning her to Red as if she needed some affirmation she wouldn't fuck this up either. And though she didn't wait to see Red's reaction she realized how desperate she was to bandage her last mistake. The swift she-wolf sped off, gliding through the grass and watching the fluff ball elongate and speed off. It was a short chase, Kipling knowing enough to swipe a paw out and trip the rabbit's legs before crunching down on it's nape. She slid to a jog, sides heaving, and turning around with the limp figure hanging from her mouth. Success! Hopefully the first of many more to come under Red's guidance. She headed back towards her new friend, ready (and reluctantly willing) to receive some critique about her approach. They'd go on to spend the rest of the day this way, before parting ways with fond memories.