Firefly Glen Copacabana

AW, hunter trade

He'd descended down the mountain's slope at dusk, mentioning to Meerkat that he might be out for the night while he went hunting in the grasslands at the mountain's base. Hunting on the mountain was challenging, and he was finding it difficult to catch enough for the both of them (though Meerkat was capable of hunting small things herself by now) in his newfound home. His skills had been developed on flat grounds, in a forest or grassy meadow- so that was where he headed, reaching the open plains after sunset, when the fireflies began to dance. 

He slipped through the grasslands as quietly as he could, hoping to pick up the tracks of jackrabbits, or perhaps a fawn tucked into the grasses to spend the night hidden there. The scent of partridges surprised him- as they tended to prefer thickets- but he wouldn't be picky. Trying not to disturb the small, blinking bugs that danced around him, he continued to slither through the grasses, closing in on a group of partridges which had tucked themselves into the shelter of clumps of buffalo grass, hoping to hide from sight.