Sickness had taken a toll on Melrose, though she wouldn't admit it out loud. Maybe she was a little smaller than her other siblings, a little behind in physical development- but she was determined to catch up. As much as she had been treated like a patient in her childhood thus far, there was no time for runts, she would not let herself become one no matter what mother nature decided. If mother nature wanted her to be a weakling, to war with nature she would go.
In seeking of her own physical strength she had began small hunts whenever she could. They were not always successful, not often really- and only in pursuit of little things like mice. But strength took time, and she would take her time building it. Even if the failures stung her pride.
On this morning she had caught the scent of vole, with her nose pressed to the green earth she attempted to determine which path it took. Still a puppy really, with her clunky paws and wide girl-eyes, but Rosemund's pursuit was that of an adult in her mind.
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