Morningside Cuesta Please don't be afraid, we're a little bent

The girl weaved through a small copse of trees, glancing up almost wistfully at the budding branches. If there was a single thing she really missed about Easthollow, it was the trees. But thinking of Easthollow brought with it thoughts of Sunny and of Steady, now dead, and when that thought crossed her mind, she left the trees.

She wasn't sad. Perhaps, that bothered her. She was supposed to be sad, that Steady was dead, and sometimes felt a grain of the emotion she felt she should feel. But mostly, nothing. That was wrong, wasn't it? She cleared her head of such thoughts, tired of dealing with them, and chose a random path from the trees. It was upon this random trajectory that she found the boy, along with the fresh scent of kill. His optics were closed, a breeze fluttering softly through her fur. "Hey!"  came her voice in greeting, moving closer to the boy.

"Er...Kieran?" came her voice again a moment later, wondering if she had by chance interrupted something. She didn't know quite what he was doing, but her gaze soon traced the scent of fresh kill to the little mounds of fresh kill in the earth. As this wasn't a cache site, she didn't know why he had buried the kill- rabbit, by the scent. Which led to the general feeling that she had interrupted something, and she was all the curious to what it was.