Swiftcurrent Creek run, rabbit

she paced the river, one vole already hanging from her jaws and gaze peeled for more. she'd grasped this one too harshly, apparently, for it had died quickly. a dead piece of prey wasn't going to cut it, however, for she wanted her children to learn hunting, not scavenging. 

and thus she continued her careful stalk, gaze peeled for any sign of movement along the creek. her gaze flickered to insects, dancing dapples of sunlight and the gentle brush of reeds, but had yet to come to rest on anything remotely appetizing. pausing, she inspected a faded trail that led to the river through the tall grasses. recognizing the scent of muskrat, she waited a moment longer in the off chance it still frequented the area before moving on.