Deepwood Weald Little weasels with tails of white

Heph grinned as she heard Rodyn fall into step along the same path, though she was not able to hear his pawsteps for long as he sought to conceal them and she herself was quiet as well so as not to disturb the hunt. She thought she heard the skitter of tiny paws but they were closer to him and instead she turned her attention to the faint smell and the hint of steps along with the fresh scent that she detected further along. Taking a few paces in that direction she barely had time to catch them in her sights before she lunged, crushing one in her jaws neatly while pinning the other with a paw that came down heavy on the earth. She winced at the slowness of that second kill but shook the creature's from its head so that its neck snapped quickly and it did not suffer long. The third one that she had heard just another lunge away had escaped. Picking both up by their heads gently in her maw and turned around grinning around her prey to reconvene with Rodyn.