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She'd never tried hunting for herself, but she wasn't afraid of trying. Addison usually tried everything once or twice before she decided if she would like it. Of course, things that Jefferson told her not to do she wouldn't try. She was slowly learning that he did know what was best for her. Every time she tried to do something that he had told her not to do, she ended up getting into some trouble or almost getting hurt.
Blue and gold eyes watched avidly as he stalked the squirrel, the chase ending with the creature sitting safely up in one of the trees. So that was how it was supposed to go? But how would Jefferson get it back down out of the tree so he could eat it? Maybe what he had done wasn't what was supposed to happen. He hadn't ended up with the squirrel.
The girl sniffed at the areas that the squirrel had been sitting in, picking up its smell. So that was the squirrel smell. She could smell another one, but the scent was fainter than the fresh one that she'd just smelled. She started off, her nose pressed down against the leaves, going in several different directions until the smell started to get stronger. There was one nearby! She watched for it, getting low to the ground like Jefferson had and scooting forward quietly. She could see it.
Being smaller and lighter did have a few advantages, and she managed to get fairly close to the animal before it noticed her presence. Addison kept quiet, turning her head back to look at Jefferson. Was this right? Should she jump now? She was within a couple of feet of the squirrel when instinct took hold, springing her forward. Just as soon as she lept from the brush the squirrel turned, though, looking for a nearby tree. She closed her eyes and lunged forward, feeling her teeth snap down on something. Something...furry! She'd caught the squirrel by the last few inches of its tail. Unsure of what to do now, and with the animal struggling furiously and scrabbling around, she looked around for her caretaker. It was going to get away soon--she could barely keep her hold in it.
She'd never tried hunting for herself, but she wasn't afraid of trying. Addison usually tried everything once or twice before she decided if she would like it. Of course, things that Jefferson told her not to do she wouldn't try. She was slowly learning that he did know what was best for her. Every time she tried to do something that he had told her not to do, she ended up getting into some trouble or almost getting hurt.
Blue and gold eyes watched avidly as he stalked the squirrel, the chase ending with the creature sitting safely up in one of the trees. So that was how it was supposed to go? But how would Jefferson get it back down out of the tree so he could eat it? Maybe what he had done wasn't what was supposed to happen. He hadn't ended up with the squirrel.
The girl sniffed at the areas that the squirrel had been sitting in, picking up its smell. So that was the squirrel smell. She could smell another one, but the scent was fainter than the fresh one that she'd just smelled. She started off, her nose pressed down against the leaves, going in several different directions until the smell started to get stronger. There was one nearby! She watched for it, getting low to the ground like Jefferson had and scooting forward quietly. She could see it.
Being smaller and lighter did have a few advantages, and she managed to get fairly close to the animal before it noticed her presence. Addison kept quiet, turning her head back to look at Jefferson. Was this right? Should she jump now? She was within a couple of feet of the squirrel when instinct took hold, springing her forward. Just as soon as she lept from the brush the squirrel turned, though, looking for a nearby tree. She closed her eyes and lunged forward, feeling her teeth snap down on something. Something...furry! She'd caught the squirrel by the last few inches of its tail. Unsure of what to do now, and with the animal struggling furiously and scrabbling around, she looked around for her caretaker. It was going to get away soon--she could barely keep her hold in it.