Cricket Creek Bog thank you for your message but I don’t understand these, wont understand these things

Weejay gladly shifted her attention to whatever "this" was, surprised to find it was not at all the diversionary tactic  she suspected. She hung back as Sugar Glider nosed around the foreign object, eventually revealing the severed limb of... an ungulate?

Weejay had little hunting experience, so she just gasped -- a low rumble sounded in her stomach as she apprised the limb. Oh, yeah.. sure. Weejay responded, feeling guilty she had maybe made things awkward. I'll wait up. If she had been in a better mood she might have offered to accompany Sugar back -- as it was, Weejay felt she needed a little alone time.