Raven's Watch So you're a man who has everything... and nothing.

Her fur bristled as he drew closer, but Octavia was too tired to really do much. She remained where she was, only her eyes roving about when she spotted what he carried with him. A newcomer then? Someone fresh to the wilds — he still boasted kindness which the wilderness had not yet eradicated. Octavia looked at the man and then the rabbit, then the man, as if uncertain of everything he represented. His comment brought a small chuff out of her, and with a bemused tone to her voice, she muttered, Have you seen this place? The fact he had found anything among all this death and emptiness was special indeed.

Octavia slipped closer, still waddling with extra weight, and bent her head low to sniff at the rabbit. She did not take it but the want was there. Instead she observed him a moment longer, and then turned her attention to the wilderness which had withered in recent days. You must be new here, she murmured airily after a moment of solomn reflection.