Hare

A hare is the most realistic thing you could hope to hunt when you consider the situation. The rest... You believe you'd have better luck meeting a pixie than for a beast of that size to land on your plate.

The thought turns your eyes downcast, but not for long enough to distract you from the matter at hand.

Leaning forward, you begin to inspect the soil, naming every hoof and paw and claw until you finally spot the familiar elongated one. The prints draw a few circles in the opening before returning to the tall grass, ushering you into an immediate pursuit.

As if your tools weren't cumbersome enough, the terrain is much more difficult to traverse compared to the regular montane forest, but you eventually find reward in your persistence.

Half an hour later, you arrive at another opening where just a few blades of grass separate you from noisy activity. The nearest prints are so fresh the soil is still crumbling around the shape.

You've finally found one...

After taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you spread the grass and peek into the opening.

Nothi- No... There seems to be a person...

You shake your head and prompt your mind to find better words for the ludicrous sight.

It looks like a person but there's something off about it.

You blink a few more times while you allow your mind to form another wild idea.

Finally, you conclude that you're looking at a girl, but not exactly a person.

Instead, what she resembles is a fuzzy marshmallow wearing a dress made of leaves and vines. Snowy fur covers every exposed part of her as feminine shapes protrude through the 'clothing'. Her anatomy is extremely similar to yours, yet somehow naturally mixes with what isn't.

But your observations don't end there.

You continue to watch her. You watch as she plucks a fist-sized berry off a bush with full control over her slim hands, and the long ears that drop and rise as her face displays human emotion.

From what you see, she is satisfied with her discovery. An arching root quickly becomes her seat while a cotton ball bounces above her bubble butt, slightly muscular legs dangling in the air. Once her snout properly appraises the prize, she rubs every spot of the berry against her dress, reassessing it one last time with a sniff before taking unhurried bites, especially careful not to stain her hair.

You have never felt this conflicted about prey...

You're confident you could get your hand on her if you sneaked up from behind, but should you? Then what?...