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

When Syrma's newness at this had made her unsure of handling the next step, seeing Peony's initiative helped her ease into where she needed to be and though it came without a word, the juvenile was learning. A lot of running, exploring, and romping with her sister as least made her reflexives very good--once her focus was actually behind the motion. She still had a lot of blanks to fill in.

But all of it came with the territory and practice like this was valuable to the young wolf. She watched Peony, and the prey, as carefully as she could, mustering her best studious efforts. Now with something akin to a chance, she thought it almost came easier. She followed Peony's point of a direction, and went that way--slowly, carefully as she could be but ugh, this was really not something she felt very good at, as evidenced to the furrowed scrunch of her entire expression... but she really was trying to make this happen, or rather for now, nothing happen except she find a better position.

She kept creeping on these delicate, antsy footsteps until there was another signal from Peony--or the bird did any different but surprisingly, it did not. It only kept pecking along at whatever, making Syrma question what and why exactly it failed to notice their looming company, or for how much longer the distraction would outweigh them. Maybe they had more of a chance? She was being awfully careful about everything so not to disturb something that almost looked like.. luck?