The moon hung in the sky, but she didn’t need its light. Her eyes were keen, her nose keener. Little escaped her notice, least of all the scent of prey. A flash of white—a startled rabbit burst from hiding. They gave chase, bounding over obstacles and racing past obstructions to herd the prey. Sometimes she would close on it, only to have it make a rapid turn and elude her. Sometimes he would crowd it, forcing it toward her.