Bearclaw Valley the sleeper

oh boy I did not

There was no opening for Ashlar to help her with the squirrel she chased.  She was in a dead sprint after it and seemed to be gaining on it, so the leggier boy tried to instead focus his sights on the other one.  It was fast but Ashlar had a high motivation; he absolutely, absolutely did not want to disappoint his newfound friend.

Unfortunately fate is fickle, especially in times when the stakes are high in proving ourselves.  Ashlar closed the gap but the squirrel took one last leap over a low-fallen log in a gambit to escape him.  The tree wasn't even all that high, but the semi-inexperienced hunter was so focused on his quarry that he misjudged his pawsteps.  His hind paws hit the wood with a solid thwak, and with a thud his chin soon followed, brought short on the loamy floor as his entire body lost momentum abruptly.

He remained there for a second, dazed, while the squirrel he'd been chasing made its escape up a tree and out of reach.  He sat up and shook his head just in time to see Avicus look over, then tucked his tail, embarassed.  He'd tried his best, but it looked like her hunt had gone quite a bit better than his own.  At least she wouldn't go hungry.

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