Hoshor Plains Curiosity killed the cat... Good thing I'm not a cat!

Her ears tipped up tall, soaking up the explanation and enthusiasm that gave her pretty good hope--first about the birds, next about her suspicions that they really needed to ditch this boring plains place if rabbits didn't even like to live in open places like here. How disappointing was that! But, something to complain about later in a different setting.

She picked along carefully, attempting to mimic her best sort of focused hunter with a careful nose-first approach. There were some bits of stop and go because Syrma had to think about it, and which way to go next exactly, but she made pretty good progress for forward given her inexperience and wobbly interest in the first place. But, everything eased to a slow stop when on the snow ahead, she saw some motion and flared her nostrils in a sharp exhale--was it something!?--a distant streak of grey, bird sized, against the snowy backdrop of the plains.

It went along, head down, pecking at specks on the snow--but the girl didn't know that much yet. She just saw something move, and it wasn't completely gone yet. What would happen?? Could they do anything about it? Hunting small mammals was more reasonable for her.. hence her lack of actual interest in bird footprints until all else absolutely failed her.

Syrma's eyes got big.. conflicted about how to proceed when this was the first actual living prey-item snack out for her all day and of course it could fly.