Meadowlark Prairie Fowl

Hoping for a hunter thread!

Cinna stalked a quail through the grasses, trying her best to stay quiet. She was closer to Brecheliant now, and this, she hoped, would be her gift that she brought back, along with an apology, of course. She had two reasons for leaving — one had been to look for her siblings, and the other had been her heat. She had been uncomfortable going through that change, so she'd left to be alone.

Cinna stepped forward, angling her ears back. The bird paused, and looked around; the huntress waited, holding her breath.