Stone Circle after the thaw

Sunny changed the subject, and yet, she still didn't want to be here anymore. She didn't want to talk about her father, or any fathers, when repressing the thought of what happened was simply so much easier. she chuffed, a hollow, empty rush of air past her teeth. her ears flicked, and her gaze fell on the two before turning, moving away. what use was it, staying, when she couldn't do anything but listen, anyways? suddenly, she felt bitter, and once out of sight, moved into a trot. hunting, that what she could do, channel her anger into something productive, something that had it fade.