Morgan, the hare, sniffed around. She could sense predators nearby. Her instinct told her to freeze until she could locate it. Twitching her ears around, she could hear huffing to her left, but it wasn't of a carnivore. A buffalo. She saw a cougar limp away, but there could be others, so why was the buffalo so collected and not trying to leave the area?
Maybe there was more to this herbivore than met the eye. Crouching low, Morgan, inched towards the buffalo, if for nothing else, to see where the scent of the cougar came from so that she avoided that direction.