Redtail Rise run rabbit run

Her tail thumped heartily against the earth as the young one enjoyed herself. Sunday Morning was happy to stay and keep watch as she did. Her eyes darted around to inspect their surroundings, ear twitching now and then at the sounds Bloodspot made while she ate (or else to wave away an insect). The grasses stirred in the near distance, and Sunday Morning rolled slowly onto her belly, pressing her nose to the earth and snuffling loudly. 

At the very least, she knew it was nothing reptilian. Sunday Morning watched as a grasshopper jumped out of its spot, closer to them. Sunday Morning shifted her weight, wondering if Bloodspot would have any interest in a pseudo-hunt of this thing. It might make good practice. Sunday Morning kept low to the earth, and inched toward it once before peering to Bloodspot to see if her attentions would shift, or if she was satisfied simply to eat. Sunday Morning would not mind either way, glad herself to simply be present.