Winchester was getting used to his new...sorta home. He tried to do his best, but he was still injured, and it was kind of hard to hunt when most steps caused you pain. He even tried gathering things, but that was tiring as well! So he ended up with his paws in the dirt, unsure of what to do.
Hope you don't mind me! :)
Since the news of her brother's and Aria's impending departure, Eilidh had, well, kept mostly to herself. Today found her wandering through the underbrush of the giant sentinels, weaving her cream-and-gold figure through the mist that still clung to the bottoms of the trees. Around another bend she went, and ahead of her she saw a dark figure. She began to speak her brother's name, but upon closer inspection, saw that it wasn't her brother at all.
Instead, she took a few steps toward him, and asked,
What are you doing?
Her voice was soft, quiet, and yet her emerald eyes held a hint of a sparkle within.