She had been on her way to visit Niamh and Screech again, because honestly even though they both made her nervous they were her best friends, and one of them was half-dead anyway.  But as the den came in view, she saw a little black blob escape instead (which is great, because otherwise she would have seen the Moment transpire between Niamh and Screech, and she would have inevitably been so pitifully jealous because that was both of her crushes!! right there!! interacting!!).

Hey, you.  Aren't you supposed to be, uh, not here?

Wow, so this fat black potato was kind of more mobile and talkative than she expected, but never before had she heard something like...... that.

Dude, what the fuck!  Okay, first off, I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to say 'pussy'.  Ceara was one thousand percent flabbergasted.  Like, who taught him this shit?  Second, Screech isn't even a pussy.  He's got more cojones than you, probably.

Wait, what?  Did you say he opened his eyes?  I lied.  I'll take all of that back if you tell me what you saw.

Since this little firecracker was presently a Very Young Prince and she could maybe still get in trouble for even being around him, she was glad he cooperated.  

But she was even more thrilled to hear the news about Screech.  Voluntary movement.  It meant something, right?  Thanks, kid.  Hey so, if I grab you like, the biggest, marrowiest bone, will you sneak back to your den so neither of us get in trouble?  I don't think we're allowed to be friends yet.

She scuffed the ground, flicked her ears back.  Sorry I said those things.  I just.  You probably shouldn't say those words.  Um.  Pussy, cojones, or fuck.  Any of them.

A'ight.  Follow me, but be sneaky.  She offered him a wink before she set out towards the cache, and since she was busy filling the damn thing all the time she knew there was a very nice, marrow-rich bone waiting just for him at the end of the road.  So, what's your name, anyway?  I'm Ceara.

Ceara's ego was kind of like.. huge, honestly.  She knew that she had contributed quite a bit to this cache in her short time here, but it was probably best to tell the kid the truth.  Well, she began, batting the bone towards Tywyll, when we come across a prey animal in the wild, we hunt it, and what we don't eat we put here so it doesn't go to waste.

Tell ya what, kid, she said with a grin, after your mom gives you permission to be out of the den, I'll take you to hunt some.. I don't know.  What's your favorite small game?  Like, rabbits, squirrels.  That kind of thing.  She nodded as if she was pleased with this compromise.  I just.. a kid's first hunt isn't something some dumb stranger should take from a mom.  She deserves to have that with you, even if you don't really understand it.  I will take you hunting when you're a bit older though, promise.