Two Rivers Isle Just for a minute, the silver forked sky

She'd never learned to hunt birds. So she glanced at Ulrich, seeing that he was silent and observant she decided this was a test of sorts. To gauge her experience and her movements. She frowned in thought. Unsure for a moment on what to do, but she shifted into a low crouch. The sour smell growing with each paw step.

Head down shoulders above. She slunk through the frozen underbrush. Eyes foward. Unsure, but hopeful. Focused.