Deepwood Weald I'd hide, but

Towhee was, at best, a mediocre hunter. She did well enough to get by. When Rodyn picked a strategy and gave her instructions, she happily deferred. She caught his eye and nodded, then swung wide—wider than necessary, perhaps, but she couldn’t know how much noise she might be making—and then closed in again on the far side of the young pig.

When the small animal was within her sights again, she settled into a crouch and tried to pinpoint Rodyn’s location. He was concealed well, though she found him and kept her eyes trained on him, waiting for the signal. A few times, her eyes strayed to their target, wondering why its mother wasn’t here to protect it. Towhee shook her head, knowing its poor luck was their good fortune.