Nightbird watched his tail, her expression alert. I better do well on this hunt. She looked to where he gestured and saw the bird. She crouched down slowly, lowering her tail and letting herself twine into the bushes with careful pawsteps. She gradually crept unto the shade of an oak, which offered her some camouflage. Finally, she tensed, then sprang at the bird. The bird, a sparrow, fluttered and almost escaped her claws, but she brought down her jaws just in time to kill it. She came back to the other two and dropped it in a pile of leaves.