Irene padded through the underbrush, her ears flicking at every sound, her nose working overtime to catch the faintest trace of her prey. She wasn’t a terrible hunter, per se—just… not very good. Her real skill lay in tracking, in reading the signs left behind. But that didn’t stop her from pretending she was a master at the hunt.
The thrill of the chase was something Irene couldn’t resist, even though she was aware she was more skilled at following the scent trails than actually catching the prize. She lifted her nose to the air, sniffing out the faint scent of a rabbit—a perfect target for today. Her heart raced with excitement, but doubt quickly crept in. You can do this. You look the part, at least, she told herself, trying to muster the confidence she so often wore like armor.
She crouched low, the familiar twinge of nerves stirring in her chest as she stalked forward, watching the patch of thicket where the rabbit had last been. Her movements were swift, but her steps faltered when she thought she might have startled it.
The rabbit was still nearby, and Irene moved in—only to watch it dart out of her reach, faster than she anticipated. She let out a soft, frustrated growl, her pride taking the hit. So much for being the great hunter, she thought bitterly, though she quickly smoothed over the disappointment with a forced smile.
The thrill of the chase was something Irene couldn’t resist, even though she was aware she was more skilled at following the scent trails than actually catching the prize. She lifted her nose to the air, sniffing out the faint scent of a rabbit—a perfect target for today. Her heart raced with excitement, but doubt quickly crept in. You can do this. You look the part, at least, she told herself, trying to muster the confidence she so often wore like armor.
She crouched low, the familiar twinge of nerves stirring in her chest as she stalked forward, watching the patch of thicket where the rabbit had last been. Her movements were swift, but her steps faltered when she thought she might have startled it.
Easy now... Don’t mess this up...she murmured to herself, her voice barely more than a breath. Her tail twitched with a nervous energy, betraying the confidence she tried to project.
The rabbit was still nearby, and Irene moved in—only to watch it dart out of her reach, faster than she anticipated. She let out a soft, frustrated growl, her pride taking the hit. So much for being the great hunter, she thought bitterly, though she quickly smoothed over the disappointment with a forced smile.
Well, I’ll get you next time,she said aloud, trying to sound more assured than she felt. She paused for a moment, inhaling the scents around her, and then set off once more, determined to track the creature down—even if it meant another long day of failed attempts.
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tiptoe - by Irene - December 14, 2024, 01:21 PM
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