Papa Said 'Mind Your Manners'

Amaranth wandered for an hour or so, and for all her best efforts turned up little to nothing. Oh sure, there were some tracks here and there, but nothing concrete enough for her to pursue. Was it her fate to become a pupscicle? Frozen solid, claimed by winter in the spring of her life? She was still busy waxing poetic when her ears twitched towards the first sounds she'd heard all morning that weren't coming from the birds or herself, and to top it all off they were coming from behind her. Curious, Mara checked over her shoulder just as her sister called out. She grinned.

"Well I was resigning myself to fated starvation, but your plan sounds much better!" Amaranth turned to face her sister head on. "What'd you have in mind? I don't really want to split a squirrel with you, but I'd take anything right about now." Once Mæva was caught up to her, Mara turned so they could set off. Her sister had always been the better hunter between the two of them, not that Mara held a grudge. More often than not it worked out to her advantage, meaning that she could slack off and still get fed if she was lucky. She doubted that would fly today though, because she was rather hungry so she might as well buckle down and try to get some results.