Hushed Willows Petrichor

When the rain came, she slipped away from Tambourine to experience it. The sound of the water hitting the ground was pleasant; a tiny drum-beat that instilled some sort of calm upon her. And when she returned a few minutes later to the crook, her body slightly chilled by the drops, Octavia saw the shifting figure of Warbone. She smelled the fresh meat as well, and latched upon that without hesitation. She followed after him, watching as he descended to visit with Tambourine, and then set her sights - and fangs - upon the chunk of deer. Soundlessly she consumed it, turning an ear every so often when her son made a noise, or glancing briefly towards the Alpha, but Octavia's mind was locked upon her hunger and the abatement of it. After she would visit with him, with both of them, and find out what had transpired. Perhaps she would ask why he had been gone for so long — there was ire inside of her alongside that thought — but now was the time to eat.