Now that her mistake had been pointed out, she found it easier to correct it. Of course, she wouldn't be able to change the grass, but perhaps it were only her steps that needed a change. For a few moments she practised stepping silently, turning back and forth until she was certain there would be no failures in her next hunt. Once she regained her confidence, she beamed a nod to her father as a reply for his inquiry. She was more than ready to try again.
Paws took off into the small forest, the same direction the previous hare had escaped to. By now, that creature would be long in hiding. However, if this was where other hares hid, perhaps it wouldn't be hard to find prey. Despite the fact her nose hadn't picked up any scents, her pace slowed and gradually faded in volume, just to be on the safe side. A nearby smell tickled her nose, informing her of a squirrel not far from her position. If there was anything she knew of squirrels after observing them in the wild, they appeared to be quite alert creatures. Beside a tree, a russet squirrel scavenged for food with its back turned. Avoiding any hesitation and dawdling, in long yet silent steps the catch was hers. Only a surprised squeak left the creature before it dangled limp in her jaws. Pride engulfed her as she searched for her father. Did he see it? He had to!
