Bearclaw Valley survival leaves little room for anything else

bringing food to @Laurel and the pups - but anyone is welcome

The early morning hours had granted the moonlighter time to search the outer reaches of the valley for small prey animals. Though he had left the confines of the Bearclaw world, stretching out on narrow limbs, Tadec had not been gone long. Upon reaching the meadow just outside of the dale, the stilt-limbed crow had quickly captured the trailing aroma of hare on the land. After some short tracking, he had drunk in the scent long enough to follow a trail to a small warren. There, the dark prince had chased and chased until he found purchase in the tender neck of a limber rabbit.
 
The crow trotted back into the valley with the catch clasped delicately between his teeth. The narrowness of his muzzle was accented by the pale plumage of the prey animal. The thief had been keen on filling the cache for Indra’s sister and her children. He had only wanted to show that he would care for her as best as he could. Even though the common tongue was often difficult for the fire-touched halfling to grasp, there was no doubt in his mind about the love that was shared between Indra and Laurel.
 
Approaching the mouth of the family’s den, Tadec issued a soft yip to announce that he had returned with a gift. The embers of his gaze searched the opening before he lowered his rear to the earth and waited.