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The wind chill had brought the scent of rodent to Octobre, and she had been following it for several minutes. She still wasn't quite sure what it was--a squirrel or a rabbit...maybe even a mouse. She was still learning to track by scent. She had never been very good at paying attention to details of that nature, but she was working to change that.

There were a good deal of boulders and clay walls in that area, and Octobre was hoping to corner whatever creature she was hunting. If all went well, she could convince it to give her some of its blood (if it had a mind for conversation). If not, she could stun it with a hoof and do things the hard way (it was such an ordeal for just a drop of blood). Of course, there was always the option of complete failure, where the surroundings would actually work against her and the creature would escape through some crevice.

Octobre sighed, already envisioning the worst. But when she caught sight of the animal in a corner with only one exit, her spirits rose slightly. Perhaps she could manage this after all? She moved closer, doing her best to remain very quiet and very slow...

For one fleeting moment, she didn't feel like a complete rookie.