Redtail Rise run rabbit run

It seemed Bloodspot had finished her meal, though there was some leftover. Sunday Morning would take care to put the remains into the cache for another to enjoy. Her attentions were mostly for the girl, though divided toward the insect, too. Not a dangerous one by any mean, but one that moved. Her gaze was soft upon Bloodspot as the cub approached, and Sunday Morning looked away to provide further comfort. Sundays yellow eyes were again upon the grasshopper, who seemed none-the-wiser to their attention.

Sunday Morning lifted herself from the earth, off of her belly and into a low crouch. She took one slow, quiet step forward. Her foreleg seemed to move in slow motion as one paw ever so gently found its place again on the earth. She would teach Bloodspot how to stalk her prey, even at a close distance. Grasshoppers made for good practice. The game was, who of them could be noticed last? Her soft gaze turned back to Bloodspot, gesturing with her head toward their quarry, and then to the one leg of hers that had stepped forward. Her tail waved slowly, and her expression seemed to say, your turn.