Stone Circle and i shall never care to build again

The arrival of her older brother startles her more than the dying rabbit. She fluffs up again and shies from his searching nose, whining and tucking her tail between her legs. He's not very familiar to her despite their relation, but she knows, at least, that he won't hurt her. It's still nerve wracking enough that she cowers as his jaws close around the rabbit's neck, brilliant blue eyes wide and anxious.
She doesn't say anything. She presses her belly to the ground and stares at him, gaze flitting to the rabbit once and then back to him. Questions hide under her tongue, squirming and eager but blanketed by fear. For the first time (but certainly not the last), she wonders why she is so afraid. There's no reason she can put a name to — she's yet to experience any true hardship — but the feeling lingers nonetheless. So she stares quietly, trembling; she can't seem to do anything else.