Deepwood Weald cross straight lines going where the wind blows

as she wandered, a rabbit suddenly burst past her. deirdre moved to catch it and frowned at her clear and obvious miss--she was no adept huntress, yet, and learning in times of famine were difficult indeed! yet then she heard the piteous squeaking of some fearful critter, and deirdre found it. spirits, aid me! she thought as she dove toward it, and when she felt it in her mouth squirming, she let out an excited yeep! and crushed it. looking to the sky, she thanked those that had come to her to bring her such a bounty, small though it was. anything was enough!

the sound of voices brought her to--she was not so far from the others at all, and thought to linger in the backdrop before deciding it would be best not to do this, lest she be seen as eavesdropping. and so the fine-looking deirdre emerged from the break in the forest, her eyes falling and holding fast to remmy whilst an ear turned to grayday, the very voice that she had heard. the mouse hung limply from her teeth, swinging and caressing her whiskers the way it swayed, and her head then turned to observe the other man there.