Each pawstep was dainty as Hel slunk along, ears pinned flat against her skull and her muzzle pressed against the ground. Everything about her was flattened as much as possible against the ground, and her target seemed unaware of her approach. The bird in question was a small one, quick and fluttery, and Hel was intent on it, her emerald gaze locked on the brown thing. She took a few more steps forward, careful to move silently, before coming to a stop a short distance away from the little bird. This she would bring back to her mother, Hel decided swiftly. Her father did not need anyone to hunt for him - he was too strong for that! But their mother was so busy taking care of Aksel that she surely needed some help taking care of herself, right?
Grinning a little, Hel leaped forward as a twig snapped, flinging herself at the bird. The thing was gone before she'd moved even an inch, exploding into action and fluttering away with ease, leaving Hel leaping at it and snapping her fangs as it drew further and further out of her reach. "NEXT TIME!" She yelled up at the bird as it flew away, practically taunting her. "He's goin' down next time." Hel muttered sullenly, glaring at the bird.
She could have totally caught it if it hadn't been for that twig - speaking of which, Hel knew she hadn't been the one to break it. Had someone else approached? Hel frowned a little, but found her tail wagging anyways. "Hello?" The pup called out curiously, hardly worried about the potential presence of another.
"Speech"
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