Barrow Fields just one moment of peace, that would suit me so fine

The woman was eager to see what she would do – and Capri was still undecided. There was a part of her, on principle alone, that she felt the need to simply take the rabbit and walk away. How many times had she told the woman to offer her information, and even told her she had wanted details, and been given nothing?
 
Too many times.
 
Scornful, Capri lifted herself then, her eyes cold as they looked at the mournful loner. She was a pathetic thing – but she was clearly hiding something from Capri – whether a lie, or something more, she had lost the care to continue the conversation. “We had a deal – you didn’t provide your end of it,” was all she said before sweeping her muzzle down, scooping up her prize, and loping away, her form stiff as she waited to see if the other loner would try to attack her.

 If not, then Capri would be quick to share her morsel with Terich-mir.