Sun Mote Copse Cloud nine

Not bad, Phox hummed as they made their way toward the groundhog's path. He picked it up there, not too much more stale than it had been when he'd come across it. He thought this particular brand of prey would be good for the both of him. Phox needed to brush up on his small game skills, and it sounded as though that had been Nellie's specialty so far anyway. Now on the scent trail, Phox's nose was glued to the ground as he moved forward.

His burnt sienna eyes kept a close eye on what was in front of him, but he remained quiet. At some point, somebody had dubbed this "hunting daze," or something along those lines, and Phox tended to ignore everything and everyone around him except for what he hunting when he got like this. With the rest of the world tuned out, the Redhawk blazed full steam ahead, all the while assuming that Nellie was hot on his heels.