I see you wild hog.

It was not often that Sonnet braved leaving Avalon territory. In fact, it was a strict rule that she should not leave the territory, nor her mother's sight. Alas, with so many pups to look after, and Sonnet being the smallest of the bunch, she easily slipped out unseen. The itch to hunt, to try to hunt crawled up her legs, down her spine, and clouded her judgment. Slinking between the trees of the Orchard toward the outskirts of the field. Her bright orange eyes laid upon a rabbit that had clearly been teasing her. There was no doubt in Sonnet as she stared at those beady eyes before the long-eared, big-footed animal had taken off through the fallen leaves and toward the river.

Before she even noticed what she'd done, her paws were sliding through slick mud and leaf litter. Speckles of the wet dirt splashed up onto her face as she watched the rabbit dash through a slow, shallow piece of the Rio Grande. As much as she wanted to give chase, she knew better than to follow across the river. That, at least, was one rule Sonnet would permanently abide to. Getting swept away by an undercurrent was not on her to-do list today.

With a defeated sigh, she turns to head back home and quickly before her mothers notice her lack of appearance near the den. Paws crinkle loudly over the leaves that coat the ground around the river's territory. Tall, dried grasses rustle as she moves through it. Now that she wasn't hunting, she had not a care to conceal herself. Until a musky, herbal scent of pig caught her attention. Freezing in her tracks, she peers over the tips of the grass that tickle her little nose. Fighting back a sneeze, she keeps her attention trained on the hog. Would she dare to be so adventurous? A hog, larger than herself currently, was clearly more complicated than a rabbit, but she could try, couldn't she?

Lowering back into the grass to conceal her tawny and chocolate colored body, she steps forward. Her paws make a loud crackle against the dried leaves. Hissing in disappointment as the hog trots away quickly, she frowns and catches sight of the older woman who also has eyes on the hog. Oh, maybe she would help! As quietly as she could, walking more along the muddier paths, Sonnet approaches the blond woman with green eyes. "Hello, can I help hunt the pig?" Her whisper is a tad louder than she anticipated, but it was the best she could do as a pup. She didn't have to be afraid of the girl getting mad, right?

"Sonnet"