Rabbit and the Hare

Rasha had gotten well and better and now that their mother had backed off just a bit- probably more due to the frustration of of Rasha exceedingly throwing themself at death's door- Rasha was free to finally roam more of the pack. They were a little shy by nature and hadn't really made any headway into making many friends. It was easy to be overlooked when being smaller than a porcupine.

They were able, however, to learn to compensate for their small size by finding creative ways to hunt. Today was one of those days. Rasha had started to gather supplies: sticks, stones, some makeshift grassy rope and some of strips of animal hide and fur- all crudely made and spun. There was bait, which was really just harvested seeds and berries where Rasha could find them. It was rudimentary and simple, a first or third attempt, not well practiced nor well learned. Her paws were coated with fresh soil and her paws damp with sweat from the effort.

Rasha had plotted out and followed prey, mostly unnoticeable or not considered a threat due to her size. She picked out a path and a spot for the trap. She was careful to clean off and mud up to at least mask the wolf smell as best as she could- which even at her best wasn't very good yet and consisted of a few herbs stamped into mud. She had all the parts, now her brain worked over the how and the when. She had a notion of dusk, which gave her some time before she needed to be setup and out of the way. She had the where nailed down to a common rabbit trail she had found through the grass. Her best idea so far was to do some sort of bait and snatch. But she would need to be able to make a trap that could snatch up a rabbit, but not her in the process... if only she had some help.

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