Willow padded through the forest, feeling paranoid. She jumped at every sound. After receiving her most recent fright from a small bird, her stomach growled.
She sighed, trying to remember what Skull, the lone hunter of her litter, had taught her about hunting. She crouched down, unsure of how to position her tail. She went for letting it sway down low, so nothing would see her as she attempted to creep up on it. She spotted a mouse, and as quietly as possible, stalked up to it. The mouse heard her, however, scurrying off in fright.
She sighed with frustration, her stomach's growl reminding her of how much she had wanted that mouse.