Rattleskin Redoubt is it like a fight club thing?

Hazel promptly took the rear. Let it be known she had done little to aid the search other than the occasional sniff. She’d like to think she’d made a contribution to the table. But her sloppy attempt in catching the now-dead rat was a humble reality check.

Her tracking skills failed her in this moment, so too did her nonexistent grace. Yet another sting to her fluctuating ego, what little was left of it.

The little coyote struggled to get a good grip on the prey, solved with an eventual hardy chomp. She could settle in step for a good two seconds before another rodent went darting between the two. Maybe her hunting companion had gave it a good spook with her attentive sniffing. Or maybe Hazel’s clumsy footing was an alarm bell. Either way, she’d take advantage of its blunder.

Well… she would surely try! Because despite the semi-confident, ’ah got ‘is! The rat whisked out of paws reach and into the nearest little burrow. You’d think it had punched it’s ticket then and there, but Hazel failed to realize the previous ray occupied her jaws until she was halfway through some frenzied digging. And by that time she figured it was way too embarrassing to quit now.