Hoshor Plains Over Hill and Under Hill

A hunt brought him farther than he normally roamed, and it wasn't even one that ended well.  No, Mal stood alone in the middle of the grassland, peering around for some sign of where the hare might have fled.  The one he chased seemed quite keen on going long distances in a relatively straight line but now in the thicker grasses it had vanished without a whisper.  He'd been looking for a sign or scent for a half hour or so at this point, more out of frustration that he'd lost the track entirely.  Chances were it went to ground in a hole he had missed.  But so it goes.

He squinted, looking for some sign beyond a breeze before finally giving up and turning back towards the forest.  He had a long walk ahead of him, and made a mental note that heading this far was probably a bad idea anyway.  He was still young enough that this was all a learning experience, but at least he could afford a bit of foolishness every once and a while -- he wasn't hurting or anything right now, it was just irritating.  Tomorrow, though, his paws would likely be a bit sore.  Gloomily, he prowled.