Fox's Glade pet

the relatively aloof, cool-headed boy athalia thought she knew was now suddenly gleeful in a way she had never seen before. in her rather grim and grumpy life, she rarely ever saw anyone smile, much less wriggle their hinds and wag their tails like some kind of weird bird.
but his smile and enthusiasm are infectious, and so, as she watches him, she begins to slowly lift up her lips and squeeze her eyes shut. her teeth jut out of her mouth rather garishly, one ear flopped down to the side while the other stood straight up. a witness to this action might have assumed it to be a pitiful display of aggression if not for her own swaying tail.
and then he asks her what they're hunting. still smiling (partially because she did not know how to get herself to stop), she emits a loud hnnnrrrrr. she didn't know. what were they supposed to hunt? birds? bunnies? a snake? a deer? a beaver? all she truly knew how to do was track! rab-bit?