Redhawk Caldera firefly

it was not fish she hunted, but otter.
chickadee was quite familiar with the slinking creatures, but it had been a long time since such things were tasted. interested at last in searching out a very nearby densite for herself and kivaluk, these glossy furs would be their first moving pick.
bittersweet, chickadee moved quietly down the wet trail of the otters, covering herself in the underbrush beside the lake.

Amalia had been hunting on her own, when she happened to realize that perhaps she was not alone. So she whisper walked towards chickadee. Giving a very tiny, very quiet chuff. Whatever the other girl was on the trail of. She didn't want to chase it away.

A wave of her tail as she got closer. Hunting? Need some help?

"oh! amalia, yes," chickadee chirped, relieved and filled with a swift delight to not be alone in this. "i want a pelt or two for mama and daddy. you know how winter can be when you're older," she said, hurt twinging in her heart.
what would brecheliant look like without — no.

Amalia listened and then nodded. A furrow in her own brow as Chickadee spoke. She had not realized, but they were older. At least her father. Was Mae older than Amalia herself.

She couldn't quite remember and then with her own startling realization that she was considered one of those older ones sort of.

After all she was turning 5 and she had nothing and no one to show for it. A small pain tightened her chest, but she pressed it away.

Who was she kidding she had friends and they had kids and life and laughter. IT was enough.

Well then let's get them some pelts.

fading this <3

it was enough.
they would spend the day together, seeking mink, weasel, fox, and ermine. twice they would see deer, but would not approach.
in the end, only three skins in all would be taken. chickadee insisted that amalia take one for her own den and hugged the woman close before setting off for her own.