Wapun Meadow When the last tree's fallen; The animal can't hide

Tilting his head to one side, Siarut observed the woman more closely. Her features spoke of the north, yet so few traveled this far south. Deciding that his hunger outweighed his need to know, Siarut fell silent to focus on the hunt. They could talk later.

Taking his advice, she turned for the bushes, flanking around, Siarut made his own way toward the bush attempting to run any potential rabbits toward her. His size not nearly agile enough to accomplish the quick movements required to spot the rabbit and then change trajectory. He tried to catch her eye to send a signal once he was in place.