The group had been sent out on a hunting patrol. Snowyowl was feeling particularly snoozy, as it was midday when they were tasked with the patrol, but she slowly plodded along anyway. Powdery blue eyes were on the lookout for prey as her ears twitched lightly here and there. So far, nothing. The four had spread out just enough to still hear each other if something went wrong, but hopefully far enough so prey would feel more relaxed. Unfortunately, when Snowyowl did finally find something, this was not the case. It was a plump squirrel at the base of a tree, scratching around at the dirt. While her form was perfect, she realized too late she was upwind, surging forward as the squirrel caught her scent. With a mad dash, it was too far up the tree for her to follow, and instead she skidded to a halt at the base of the tree, cursing softly.
(( Snowyowl does not catch the squirrel </3 ))
