Sun Mote Copse Dark aeon.

Fennec was already tucking herself away for the evening when Towhee called her, but she untucked herself willingly enough.  As she stood, she moved to step forward, but as her legs brushed the growth she'd been snuggling nearby she skirted it by feel.  In her roundabout way she made towards where the call seemed to come from.

Fortunagely, generally, by the time she got in the correct area the individual's presence was noise enough.  She could hear her mom's shifting and breath, so she moved towards her, sniffing at the rabbit and her curiously.

Hi!  Where'd you get that? How was probably more accurate.  She hadn't been hunting in a bit... but she liked hearing about it.