Talk:The Pine Copse/@comment-5137480-20141228192754

Mousepelt was looking around, scenting prey, and pretty much doing his favorite hobby, planning.

"Amberwing, see that vole over there? Well, jump at it, and I'll hide in the bushes. You need to attack from this angle so it will go to me." Mousepelt said, shuffling backwards.

"If you say so," Amberwing said, amused. She jumped, and the vole raced towards him.