Silver Moraine Where Do I Go From Here?

He really did seem worried, and while Grace yearned to tell him that she didn't want to eat this, she also just wanted to get the hell off these rocks. She couldn't find her footing, her balance -  having her injured eye closed was really messing with her mind - but onward she would struggle. If there was anything Spring and Liaka taught her, it was that there was no shame in asking for help. 

Rickon went on to explain he wasn't a very good hunter: Winter would be near impossible for him without a pack if he was that bad. 
 
                   "I'm actually a Hunter by trade - gonna drop it though. I can trap just about anything, but big prey...."

Trailing off, her golden gaze flickered to the leg jutting out from under her. She could hunt big prey if need be, but the yearling paid for it the next few days with inflammation and achiness. 
 
                                     "It'll suffice for this task."

Swallowing, she took another bite - this one much larger - and chewed it down fast. It tasted god-awful, but she dealt with it for now, in big bites and rapid chewing. The only thing that showed it didn't taste good was the wrinkle of her muzzle as she ate.