Lost Creek Hollow In the dead of Night

The medical woman was hungry and decided to try her hand at small game rather than scavenging for the umpteenth time. Most of the time she failed and went on her way to scavenge or try to make friends with someone who was blessed with successful hunting.

She strode through the trees, a cool air kissing her skin through her fur. The creek bubbled softly.
Was she hunting or not? She tried to soften her footsteps, looking for prey.
A bird bobbed across her path, pecking at the ground minding its own business.
She stopped immediately, watching it.

Then did the biggest fail of a pounce anyone could've witnessed, ending with her nose diving into the ground only mere inches from where she was.
Of course, the bird that was a few meters away flapped off, calling out its warning.
Never to be seen again.