Angua nodded silently to her mother, focusing all her being on the near-tangible scent nearby. The rabbit was watching her mother, this made it easier for her though she didn't know that fact. Sneaking as silently as she could, she made her way until the scent was as strong as it would normally be when she was near a sibling. Then, on instincts, she bunched her muscles and sprung, claws outstretched. It was like leaping into darkness but a darkness she knew like a friend. She judged it well for a lion with no depth perception, sinking her claws into the startled and ambushed creature. It tried to run but found no traction and quickly it was all over, the scent of blood the new one that filled Angua's world.

She'd caught her first prey and for the first time was aware where her meals came from, this scent known to her as the scent of food.

"I did it!" she grinned at her mother, overjoyed that she managed something so monumentous.