Heron Lake Plateau The devil won.

*steals you*

After having taken a small meal to Rosalyn, she set out to find something for Towhee, who, as far as she knew, was recovering on the Roost. She too had spent some time there, allowing her ankle to heal so it had jokingly become, in her mind at least, the isle of the cripples for a few days. She had trouble scoring another bird, but found luck chasing a rabbit to its hole, wherein lay a clutch of kittens. Not like...cat kittens, but baby rabbits, obviously. The mother was what she was really after- but the young would make small snacks, ideal for a day when she was too tired to put a lot of effort into hunting. She marked the rabbit hole and left with the mother, which had been relatively easy to dig out and kill. 

She trotted toward the Roost, and caught sight of Towhee just as she pulled herself from the water. She wuffed a greeting- it was instinct, more than anything, as she knew full well that the greeting wuld likely go unnoticed. She veered directly toward her friend, glad to see that she was getting out and about, even though she was still healing. She pranced toward Towhee, rabbit swinging back and forth from her mouth, before she whipped her head in a circle and let go, sending the rabbit a few feet in the air before it landed further from Towhee than she'd intended, but she was relieved, still, that with her bad aim she hadn't actually hit her friend. "Heya toughguy," She said, approaching to bump her nose gently to Towhee's shoulder. "Lunch is served."