Honeyed Pasture The thrill of the hunt

He had failed to catch another rabbit, though the brute didn't judge the yearling. He was successful at least, and she couldn't be mad at him for not having two kills. He greeted her with a small mutter, then a dip of his head. She merely nodded as well, returning a greeting, "Phocion, I see you have killed successfully" she said, looking at the punctured rabbit. "It is good to see that you are keeping up with your promise, I don't take kindly to liars" she joked, her body posture in a neutral stance.

She turned her attention away from the yearling and back to the mountain. The mountain that held Fitz, her fallen brother. She didn't not have to be blood-related to consider him family, for everyone within Silvertip was dear to her. She would die for them if need be. Her lips let a sigh escape, her ears dropping a bit. "Phocion" she started off, turning back to him. "Do you know the way Silvertip runs?" she asked, wondering if Steady gave him an idea of the pack philosophy or not. "We run as a family" she said, thinking that his reply would be no.

She returned her gaze back to the mountain. "We must protect our family, provide for them, understand them" she started off, feeling the urge to almost... cry out. "One of our own has fallen from us not being there to listen, to know," she said, referring to Fitz. Oh, how she longed to be there to know how he died. How she longed to know what pain he was going through. How she longed for him to make Zaria happy again. "You must understand Phocion, that-" she said, looking back towards him. "You must be there for us as we will be there for you" she said, praying that another wouldn't be taken away from her.