Stone Circle Happiness Is A Warm Gun

marten returned soon enough with a rabbit in his jaws. it was the freshest, smallest thing they had -- and he was thankful that the cache wasn't too far from them. he was moving in a run, rushing to make sure that vespera was okay, and placed the hare down gently for greyback. he noted that, now,  vespera was responding... though not well. his bi-colored gaze searched the scene, his nose twitching as he took in every aspect of it. what to do? what to  say? greyback seemed to know -- and though marten knew little, he made sure to take note of what greyback was doing.