Clumsy Oaf + Hunting = Uh oh

On her search for the wolf named Maija, Indra padded along the territory, her ears turning like radars in search of the dame. "Hmm," she muttered, looking around before locking her eye on a squirrel who seemed to be scattering along the brush. Leaping for her prey, Indra caught her foot on a root, her jaws nearly an inch away as they snapped together with a loud click and her body slammed against the ground from the force of her jump. Releasing her foot and and picking herself up, she muttered ouch as she turned and looked around curiously.