Ravensblood Forest Here I go again (on my own)

On his own again, Vale took off through the underbrush. He could hear Asara and their father off in the distance, and he hoped she was doing well on her hunt. He had tracked his own hare to a frequently used trail, evident by the droppings of bits of fur clinging to the bushes. Ahead, he could see it grooming itself. Vale carefully stepped forward.