Can I choose to be happy?

After the pack hunt, Rhea had been going out of her way to try and practice honing her hunting skills more. Sometimes that was trying to catch more prey in a day than the might normally, so that she could deliver it to where others could eat the extra. Other days she would try to practice tracking prey, and avoid taking the easy path when she stumbled on something she hadn't scented. It wasn't really easy work when she didn't have much help, but Rhea wasn't discouraged. Becoming more useful to the pack and working harder was preferable to feeling useless.

This morning she was tracking some young deer across the plains. The scent wasn't terribly fresh, nor was it stale. Perfect for actually getting good practice in. Sometimes she'd wander off the trail or get confused by the animal's repeated changes of direction, but she'd remain patient through all the twists and turns as the sun began to rise over the horizon and she shook out her pelt. Her winter coat was growing in nicely, thick and soft and perfect for braving the elements that were sure to come soon.