AW, tracking #10 (target: individual snowshoe hare, imaq goes undetected)
There was little game to be found here, in this rocky stretch of land between the pines -- Duskfire gleaming like a winter pearl in the distance to the shaman's right. But coincidentally, a hare seemed to have passed through sometime recently and that was enough to lead the cur across the Moraine. The inua had withheld their blessings on this day, for Imaq had gone empty handed and failed in every hunting attempt so far that day. She figured even if she couldn't find the hare, maybe she'd get lucky in the more fertile lands to the north of the Moraine.
It would have been hard to miss the small buck rabbit, still young though old enough to be on his own by the looks of him. His pelt was still mottled with white from the winter, not completely browned in preparation of the cold season, which made him stick out amongst the grey and brown stones. Imaq flattened to the ground at the sight of him, watching with keen interest as the rabbit turned towards some unheard noise from the north with raised, alert ears.
"...and all around was the bitter arctic cold and the immense silence of the North..."
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