The water had not been her friend of late. First with the beaver attack and then with the floodwaters that carried her far from Grizzly Hollow territory, Pip had grown shy of her favorite thing in the world. With all that had happened, she thought it best to avoid fishing for a while unless she had the company of her sister or cousin. While the activity was one of her favorite interests, it was far from her only one. Yvly and Amaryllis had been teaching her how to hunt 'land prey' recently and now seemed as good a time as any to practice the techniques they had shown her.
Better yet, it didn't even require her to leave pack lands! Well within chirp-range should she need help, Pip spied a pair of chipmunks squabbling among themselves at the base of a spindly, young pine. Quietly, the little wolf made sure she was downwind and crept towards where they fought. Or maybe they were mating? She knew some species preferred late springtime for such things. Either way, their distraction served her well and she pounced on the pair of them. One caught sight of her just as she made her move and was able to scramble away to safety, but the other fell victim to her lithe jaws. Pleased, the little female held it aloft proudly, tail wagging as if she'd been given a kiss by another.
Of course, Pip couldn't very well keep a neat little snack like this to herself. The mute girl trotted back towards the main den where others would likely be resting when she found herself distracted. Sitting off on his own was one of her packmates. She tilted her head in consideration. He did seem rather lonely over there. Hoping to cheer the gray male up, she bounded over to him and approached respectfully. By now, she no longer crawled on her belly towards her packmates. But she still ducked her head and wagged her tail low to show the correct submission.
Delicately, Pip presented the dead chipmunk by placing it at his paws and backed away to lay down, tail swishing along the ground behind her, hopeful that he would accept the random gift.