Blacktail Deer Plateau Waking up

Ty wagged her tail at his touch, feeling that if anybody could relate to her, it was her father. She nodded when he asked about how the rabbit tasted, although she only did so because she was certain that was what he wanted to hear. When he asked about her friends, Tytonidae furrowed her brow, looking down at the rabbit contemplating the question. Nobody liked to talk about her friends with her, least of all Saena, and she wondered for a moment what the correct answer was. Maybe she wasn't supposed to talk about them at all. Ty wished that there was a cheat sheet with all the right answers on it somewhere nearby.

“I don’t...” she said, scratching the ground, as if answers would fly up from the dirt. “I don’t know.” Tytonidae pouted, feeling uneasy. “Is that what I’m ‘upposed to do?” She had gathered that she was not supposed to talk about her friends. Nobody was interested in them, nor did they seem to understand. But she was supposed to feed them? It felt conflicting and strange and out of her grasp.