Moonspear In all my years of living

Not many, she told the truth. I’ve tried hunting them quite a few times but they’re really quick. Anaang says it’s normal to fail most of the time, regardless of what prey you’re hunting. But practice makes perfect and all that, right? Maybe we’ll get lucky.

She shot him a smile, then turned the whole of her attention upon seeking the rodents’ scent among the boulders. Treepie tried to creep as silently as she could, an ear twitching at every unwanted scrape of sandpapered paw pad against shale. From experience, she knew that if one “peeker” spotted her, it would let out a loud cry to alert the rest. Then it would be a lot more difficult to catch one.

Pie approached the foot of a particularly large boulder wedged in the mountainside, its sloping flank spanning perhaps ten feet. She eyed it, assessing, then leaped. Her claws left visible scratches in the stone as she scrabbled toward its pinnacle, though fortunately they didn’t make too much of a racket. As soon as she reached the top, the young she-wolf went very still to listen for any scurrying noises among the great big rocks.