Swiftcurrent Creek blood in the water

she missed, but they had gotten one already. two, in fact, which was enough for him. he'd drag the rabbit from the brush, watching as she stomped over to him. his pale blues would not be furrowed in anger, however. merely wonder, at her anger. dropping his prey, he'd give a nod to where she had left the previous rabbit's corpse. "we got two" Benedict said clearly enough " n' it ain't yer fault" he added with an attempt at a reassuring grin "people miss. ain't much ye can do 'bout it, eh?"

if life was that easy, he'd find it boring. no, this miss would only let Rosalie be reminded of her failure and try better next time. since there was the scent of blood heavily here now, Benedict knew they wouldn't find anything else. it was best to wait and go out another day, once the prey had calmed down. either way, he wasn't upset with the mistake. it happened. more times than he cared to admit. "c'mon, let's git these two back t' camp" he'd say, picking his own rabbit from the ground.