Morningside Cuesta Drive slow

Freyja watched on carefully as Wildfire took care in separating the much larger rabbit in half before dispensing the portions out to the group. When she received her share, the child quickly sat began to eat. She did not pay much mind to what was going on around her and instead focused in on her meal. It was only as she was addressed that she looked up.

“No,” she admitted with a frown, easily recalling how healthy the trail smelled. “Everybody seems raring to go and healthy, unfortunately.” Her ears flattened in that moment at the fact. “But, I did smell some young,” she offered with a twang of hope. If all else failed they could go for the young.