Hairdryer climbs up onto a large rock in the forest, observing the area with the height advantage before hopping down. She slowly walks through the forest on all fours, sniffing the air attentively. She picks up nothing of interest, checking behind bushes and trees for... well, something. Although her best friend, Lip Gloss, had brought her some sammies earlier, she was still hungry. She has time until she heads back to her pack, so here she is, hunting. Nothing better than a good hunt.

She spots a small pond nearby, creeping closer to it and giving it a good whiff. A croak makes her turn her head around, spotting a frog resting on a lily pad next to her. She crawls closer to it, low on the ground, prepared to lunge at it. Just as she's ready to do so, a twig snapping behind her makes her freeze. She snaps her head around, fur bristling as she eyes the woods around her suspiciously, her teeth beared.

"Who's there?!"