Reed was so focused on the rabbit, she almost didnâ€™t hear the growl. She stopped to smell the air.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Dog, it smells like wet dogâ€¦</span><br/>She wasnâ€™t the only one who smelt the new comer, her quarry smelt it as well. She heard its retreating thumps as it bounded away, deeper into the undergrowth. She almost felt like growling herself, but that would just alert any other presentable dinners that happened to be near by. Reed could feel her body shaking from lack of sustenance, definitely not a good sign. Crouching down, she forced her hand to reach out to feel for any edible plants. Reed knew she needed protein, and she also knew that she didnâ€™t have enough coin to buy even the scantiest amount of meat from any market. A bird chirped from above, and without even thinking, she shot it. She heard a resounding thunk as it fell onto a hollow log. Straining her ears, she slunk forward towards her first meal for two days.