Fern stepped through the underbrush quietly, hoping none of the forest inhabitants heard her earlier when she was getting prepared for the hunt. It was only a small squirrel she was looking for, but it would feed her and her brother this morning along with the small vegitable garden on the side of the house.
As the darker forest loomed ahead, her keen senses picked up something in the corner of her eye. A rabbit. Slowly she reached behind her back and pulled out an arrow for her bow and notched it. The rabbit seemed to sense her now and it looked up, alarmed, but it couldn't see her or smell her because she had spent long enough mastering the skill of deception. It took all her streangth to not burst out in song and lull it over, because that would be cheeting. Suddenly, a crow cawed and the rabbit took off, but Fern gave chase, not being able to use her wings in the crowded forest. When a stream blocked it's path, the rabbit made a bad choice: it went down the riverbed, which was clear enough that Fern could fly. When she hovered over it, she saw the terrified eyes.
Oh, no.
She couldn't shoot it now that she saw it's eyes. It happened everytime -she was so close to the kill for food when the animal looked up with it's amazingly human eyes. She left the rabbit and found a mink before taking it back to her brother. They had a good meal but Fern was troubled by her lack of fierceness. Frigid (I just need to post him, i forgot to xD) said that he couldn't do it, either, so it was probably just what Faela's did. She shrugged and agreed, though her thoughtful chewing showed that she wasn't so sure.