Porcupine Ridge Dreaming of Spring

Though Diane did not truly understand the name and location of Illea's origins, the sentiment of providing it was all in one same. She was internally grateful that Illea was distracted quick enough by the prospect of a hunt, that she didn't return the question. The scent had luckily skewered them both. Tail up and wagging, she reacted physically to her companion's excitement—meaning this was good. She had done something good.

"I've never hunted raccoon before," she admitted, avoiding entirely the fact that she didn't even know what a raccoon was. "Are they easy prey?" she asked, beginning to follow the trail slowly into a wintry corpse of trees.