Swiftcurrent Creek run, rabbit

It did not take long for her to notice him - his careless steps coupled with her own alertness in her search made sure of that. she paused, peering over her shoulder, easy smile on her muzzle. she may not be able to see him clearly yet, but the swaying reeds were a clear indication of his exact location. she called to him, a low sound that beckoned him near, and dropped the vole by her paws. it was his, if he wanted it, but her plan to catch something alive was waylaid. a few more lessons ought to be taught, she reckoned, before letting him at living prey.