Jade Fern Grove departure to the west

For long moments, she barely moved except to comb her nose over the ground, sifting through the scents until she sussed out the one she wanted to pursue. It belonged to a rabbit. They were agile and quick prey, though at least they couldn't escape up trees, like squirrels could. Of course, they could do the opposite: flee down a rabbit hole. But Haunt figured she could just dig a bit, in that case, not unlike the way she'd dug at the wood rat's nest under Arbiter's instruction.

Taking care not to make too much noise by brushing through the undergrowth, Haunt moved painstakingly slowly as she tracked the rabbit. She paused to sniff at some droppings scattered among the brown leaves littering the soil, eyes raised and flicking through the grove. The pup then proceeded, freezing when she felt a stick roll under her foot. Fortunately, she avoided pressing her weight down on it and thus breaking it. She moved her paw and furtively continued, her tail beginning to twitch again as the rabbit's scent grew stronger in her nose.