Hushed Willows Don't let them them steal your light

Kunik laughed at the sight of the girl with her cheeks stuffed full of venison. "You look like a little chipmunk,"she teased as she got to her feet, breath caught and ready to drag the old doe home and bury it. Caching the large ungulate would be a tiring task in itself. Hopefully, their prey would be downsized by the other members before burial.

Kunik nudged Grace gently after the yearling had eaten her fill. "Come along, little chipmunk. Time to head back,"she grabbed the doe around its neck as best as she could, beginning to drag it back slowly.