Haunted Wood I don't want your crowd

She watched the Whelp size up the bird, weaving closer through the undergrowth. Her colours were perfect for a hunter, she blended in perfectly with the browning undergrowth. Winter would be perfect, especially when prey was scarce.
A good spy, too.

She watched her pounce and struggle as she tried to bring the bird to its end.
"The neck." Was her only instruction. She wasn't going to help. In her land, you learnt through your own actions and through instruction. It was clear the girl knew how to hunt and didn't need example, she just needed direction and practice.