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Midnight had been keeping low to the ground using the shorter grass to camouflage herself while she followed the scent of the horned rabbit. She had yet to come in to contact with any other horned rabbits but had a feeling she was quickly approaching her target. More moments of crouched stalking passed until she saw an up heaved spot of dirt. This was a dig up den the horned rabbit had come from. Prowling around the edges she could find a slightly different smell, one more related to a predator. She saw the claw marks around the edges of the dug out den and knew she was on the right trail. Moving in to the taller grass that poked through the snow she followed the new scent.