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

The pair moved on pretty quickly for unexperienced younglings, adults could have already caught a whole meal but it didn't matter to Peony. Movement ahead caused a pause and Peony tapped her companion with her tail but it seemed her friend had already spotted it. It was a bird, small and grey; a puny thing to call a meal but something to hunt nonetheless.

Quieting her footsteps Peony took the initiative and crept forward, stopping when it looked up and slowly moving towards it when it went back to it's scavenging. Before she had left, Peony had pointed in the other direction for Syrma to go, together the two could encircle the prey and trap it. Hopefully blocking all escape methods.