Firefly Glen now i lay me down to sleep

Same rules, same outcome.

The huntress lifted a brow, tempted by his challenge. She made way for the eastern flank of the Glen, assuming that Arcturus would choose a different direction. 

There was a small pond, quickly thawing with the onset of spring. Ying could make out a small flock of geese, each one of suitable size. She released a confident huff and began to lurk.

The first two were crafty; Ying leapt from her hiding place with aims for a large male, but found her jaws snapping on air. In an attempt to recover, she lunged for a smaller goose, and was again disappointed.

The huntress began to sulk back to their meeting place, deciding that she would look for a songbird en-route. She heard the strained calls of another nearby goose, only loud enough to stop her mournful march.

One of the escapees was caught in the low-hanging branches of a nearby tree. It looked weak, which would have explained its inability to break free. Having taken pity on the doomed bird, Ying stood on hindlegs and pulled it down from the trap.

So, she returned to base with only one bird to present.