Sun Mote Copse So I've gotten used to coffee sweats

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Wildfire didn't make any specifications, so Niamh wandered this way and that, nose held aloft as she did her best to catch the scent of something. It took some figuring, of course, as the copse was so rich with scent that it could sometimes be difficult to single out just one scent, especially one belonging to something that they could actually eat. She froze, though, one front foot dangling, when she thought she caught the scent of rabbits. They wouldn't be able to see them for some time- not with their winter coats of white allowing them to blend in better with the snow- but she was sure she scented them. "Be vewy, vewy quiet," She joked, and gestured. "We're hunting wabbit." And off they went, tracking down the wascilly wabbit for lunch.