Tortoisefoot sniffed at the sight of his trembling apprentice. "First," he mumbled, in his good old Tortosiefoot-like way, "we need to teach you how to hunt, I guess." He lead his apprentice to outside of the camp, all the lessons running around in his head like a bunch of scared mice.
I guess I could first teach her how to catch a mouse, no maybe too quick for her? A rabbit? No it's her first time, maybe she would be too loud? Actually, she seem pretty quiet and quick she maybe could do it... A bird? No, I hate birds. That doesn't mean she can't catch them though. How about frogs? No, everyone but me seems to hate frogs. But frogs are good, Tortoisefoot. No, Tortoisefoot, stick with what they would like, not what you like. Voles? Everyone likes voles. Fine, voles it is.
Tortoisefoot stopped walking when they got to a place he knew where lots of prey was. He turned to his new apprentice. "Today, we'll catch some voles." He said. (Tortoisefoot is fluffy and grey, BTW.)