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Vasa, on the other hand, wasn't nearly so glum.  Mostly because given tags, she didn't really know Bat all that well and maybe didn't entirely have a complete understanding or emotional maturity to realize how awful her disappearance was for some members of the pack.  At a certain point, she was basically back to normal, but with a much sterner warning to not go on ice.

That wasn't in her adventures for today, though, as she was up to other nonsense.  It was one thing for her to practice skills that would serve her her entire life, but practicing sneaking around by "hunting" Towhee was probably kind of cheating.  If she stayed out of sight and downwind, that made her basically unnoticeable since Towhee couldn't hear Vasa's slightly-clumsy skittering about in the snow.  The main problem she was having that Towhee wasn't taking a particularly logical route, so she kept having to relocate so that she'd stay in the metaphorical blind spot.  Okay, maybe that made it a bit better practice than it otherwise would have been.

When Towhee paused, Vasa took a guess at where she'd next be turning, moving along to another patch of snow to duck down and look innocent more like a border collie herding sheep than a wolf looking to pounce.  Except, well, she honestly wasn't expecting Towhee to look down when she did and so Vasa was kind of in the wrong spot, probably near the edge of her peripheral vision.  She crouched, but given she was a large black blot in a pretty snowy landscape, chances were the jig was up.