Wapun Meadow desperation

she did not notice the red woman's entrance until her exit — her footfalls had been quiet as her disgust until she hit the wrong place and a loud snap, much like the bones she'd just been cracking, pierced through the relative silence.

immediately, her head craned upwards, eyes seeking for xan, for sif, even for poet who was a stranger still, but instead it was someone new, someone who wouldn't understand (although she doubted the others would have, at least she had established something with them).

the girl was hobbling, she noticed — had she seen the girl who had performed the most odd rituals on her thigh, the one who had made her feel better? — and she closed the distance between them, rabbit remains left in her mouth and on the ground behind her and the second stranger missed entirely.

she let out a desperate, pleading whimper, if she were able to get close enough she'd push the rabbit at the red stranger, still in her mouth.  was she okay?  no, she wasn't.  family, though.  she needed help.