Morningside Cuesta We said forever but forever wouldn't wait for us

@Grayday :)

It was late afternoon when Kieran returned from a small hunt (mostly practise) with a limp young rabbit in his jaws. He had spent the day away from the others, just thinking like he often did. After losing so many - his mother, his sister, his friend - he just had wanted some time alone, and hunting provided that little seperate world that Kieran needed for a while. Hunting cheered him up. He supposed that was why he did it often. Hunting for those he had lost (and those he still had) was what helped him stay in the game. He tried to be cheerful and pleasant to be around, he really did, but sometimes he needed to take a break, even from that.

As he padded through the territory, the boy found a nice shady spot under a large tree and placed  himself under it, laying down on the ground with the rabbit between his paws. He would not eat it, he did not think. He was not hungry. The hunter would probably take it to a cache, where someone else could take it. 

He just lay there for a while, listening to the whistle of a bird and the soft hum of nearby crickets. The sun was beginning to fall, he noticed, but the youngster made no attempt to move toward a den. No, he found the night to be more comforting than the day - perhaps because it was so peaceful. Everything seemed still, and he liked that. It helped him create the illusion that he was in another world, one without problems and pain and fear. It was the time he liked to let his mind wander.