Swiftcurrent Creek blood in the water

he'd nod, having noticed the children in the camp. he hadn't approached any of them yet - mindful of wary mothers - so he was content to watch and see if anyone needed help. Rosalie provided that first. maybe some people would next approach him if they saw him move around a bit more. contribute more. hunt and patrol more. all he wanted was to be tolerated. acceptance could come later.

Rosalie would turn, making him follow after her as the pair went off. she kept her kill on her and he wondered if he shouldn't offer to bury it for later retrieval. the scent of a dead rabbit may spook other prey. or even attract predators. but luck would be on their side as the fresh scent of rabbits hit his nose. close too. Benedict would drop into a crouch, scooting quietly around the woman toward the smell. peeking through the foliage, he'd see at least two rabbits hopping around ahead.

the man would turn back to Rosalie, questioning in his eyes. how did she want to do this?