Phoenix Maplewood don’t get me wrong

voice hushed, she asked: for me? she awaited confirmation before kneeling down to investigate the hare. while he continued speaking, she began gently plucking the hairs from its scruff. then he spoke of home, and she asked: what? they came from somewhere else, rather than the mountain as she had presumed.

ying's eyes drifted from the man's own to his chest, to the ground and onto the hare. the cramping in her abdomen hadn't yet stopped, though she figured that this was caused by growing hunger. with her useful limb steady on the meal, she took her mended paw and pressed against her stomach.