The sun had begun to dip low in the sky as Sunday emerged from the edge of the forest. He hovered briefly at the outskirts of the glade before padding into the tall grasses. His small build practically disappeared among the stalks. He was vaguely looking for food - easy to nab bugs or small mammals. This would be a good place for mice. He kept his jaws parted in an effort to locate anything. A pause in pace would allow him to catch the scent of a mouse nearby. A silent shift in direction and he was approaching in a hunter’s crouch. As soon as the mouse came into view, the small hunter would pounce. Unfortunately, he would miss entirely and get a face full of dirt.

@Asteria

asteria

"You're not very good at that, you know," haughty and rather rude for an introduction, the black child emerged from the edge of the forest. Asteria had gone for a wander, far from the lagoon and all the mixed up emotions it held, and she had come across a rather amusing sight.

A wry grin as she trotted up near the boy and noted his dirt-marked face. "I can help, if you'd like. I've been practicing." Asteria had visions of becoming a very skilled hunter and had been working on improving her skills on the daily. Of course, @Sunday might be disinclined to accept considering the way she had started things.

What can I say? Asteria is in a mood.

Sunday plopped down into a seated position and began to attempt to rub the dirt from his face on his striped forelimb. He grumbled to himself before a voice cut into the silence. An inky lioness somewhere around his age who was quick to point out just how bad that was. He stopped rubbing his face and instead turned his head to regard her rather blankly. {
You fail sometimes regardless of how good you are.The response was unbothered by her initial approach. But sure, I guess.He’d have less chance of starving to death that way. Being alive and fed were his general goals in life.

@Asteria

asteria

she hadn't been expecting him to agree. in fact, asteria had thought the boy might tell he exactly where to stick it. it's what she would have done, had somebody approached her the same way. now that he had accepted her help she almost panicked, but did all that she could to mask it.

"well, uh," she paused, thinking, and then grasped on to an idea. "you need to practice your pouncin'! faevyre taught me a game that helped me - i could teach you if you want." her gaze bounced around their surroundings before she found a uniquely shaped rock. A dirt patch a short distance away was the perfect spot, and she slunk over to it with the rock held in her teeth. Dropping it in the middle of the small clearing she called out - "over here!" - before she began to draw a circle in the dirt with her claw around the stone.