Moonsong Glacier now that we don’t talk

This hunt would be a risk, but it was one she was willing to take. She slunk off, circling carefully and wide, keeping her eyes on the bird and paying attention to where he stepped. She had never been much of a hunter, but now, with a village to tend to, she suddenly became more interested in hunting; too bad her leg prevented her from really hunting. Stalking and tracking was the best she could do at the moment.

Once in position, upwind and behind the oblivious bird, she lept, hoping to scare it toward where Towhee Jr stood. It flapped its wings, suddenly spooked, and sprinted in the direction opposite Ariadne.