greetings from califournia

Fern trotted onto the grass, flattening tendrils beneath her paws. When there was no rustling in the grass, she grinned, ready to rumble. Things were about to get wild.
"Catch as many as you can," she called over to Faine. Fern tended her muscles and leaped, up in the air, and crashing down on the ground again. She didn't stay down for more than a split second before jumping up again. And so she continued, hopping up and all over the place, scaring out any prey that resided there. She saw a couple furry shapes bolt across the grass in all directions, but they weren't her problem. Fern focused mostly on her own motion, making sure she covered every bit of that area until it was all trampled and there was no way a rabbit could have stuck around.