Whitefish River you seem confused by this but for a different reason than i am.

Yami wasn't sure what was going on these days. Firefly had confessed to wanting adventure and excitement, yet they seemed to have parked on the banks of this river with no apparent end in sight. She consoled herself that she was likely just being impatient. But it was hard to let that impatience go, seeing as she felt she had every right to it. She'd left Rusalka to get away from the tumultuous ups and downs of their ranks and to get her freedom back. Now she felt trapped again, and the uncertainty of her current status seemed just as tumultuous as what she'd been attempting to get away from.

But, in historical Yami fashion, she didn't actually do anything about it. She just followed right along and stewed silently on her own, thinking of all the awesome things she'd like to do without ever actually doing any of them. She also attempted to distract herself, which is exactly why she was to be found at this moment, sprinting across the plains in hot pursuit of a little brown bunny.

It was the sixth rabbit she'd gone after so far that day, so she knew she was due to actually get one soon. Her body might be tiring from overuse, but her frustration over so much failure had pushed her furious, stubborn determination about as high as it could go. So when Yami snapped her jaws finally over the creature's hindquarters, she didn't feel at all victorious, merely vindicated. She had earned what was owed, and with a jerk of her head, she'd snapped its spine and murdered it. Because that's what you do with what you're owed. Take note, Firefly.

LOL jk prolly.

Yami tore into the rabbit's stomach as she began to eat. She kept her attention on her surroundings, wary of anyone trying to sneak up on her and claim her hard-earned meal.