Back in her human den birthdays and coming of age hadn't really meant anything to the agouti woman. In fact the only thing that had changed was the kind of kibble left in her bowl, she had not known that one was for a puppy and the other for an adult. All she knew if the difference was the smell and the taste, which wasn't very tasty. Certainly not anything near how good the rabbits they were hunting would be once they caught them. She was happy for Sven though because through living in the bend she had learned the importance of coming of age.
The beginnings of their conversation had gone well she thought and it was good to get reacquainted with him. It was time to get down to business as they had come to the warren. Looking around she could see just how close they both were that first time. There wasn't time to dwell on that though as she fell in next to Sven to observe the little white balls of fluff. Rabbits were something Leotie had grown skilled at hunting during her time in the lore. It was one of the first prey items she'd hunted and had become her prey of choice when hunting on her own. Which was one of the reasons she'd been on the trail of these rabbits in the first place.
Their coats had changed for the winter months but that didn't change anything else, they still tasted the same and they still had to he hunted the same. When Sven came to a halt Leotie did as well which gave the chance to observe them a moment, make sure they hadn't been detected. There were quite a few of them outside the warren and the agouti woman could see some of their mouths moving as they chewed one the small sprigs of plant life they could find. She caught the look Sven gave her, a signal she understood.
Once he was up heading away she took up the opposite direction in hopes they could confuse the creatures enough. Once they had accomplished that their dinner would be that much easier to catch.