Ouroboros Spine catch the manic rhapsody

She would be found, as surely as any prey of the first hunter was likely to be snared. He would find her in the thickets near her dwelling, where she had finished tilling some earth in a few days past. Now the mouse worked to transplant a few budding seedlings of medicinal herbs that she had located in the lower reaches of the Spine, though she had taken care to give the latest group of refugees space to settle in -- wondering if their numbers would join the ranks of Moonglow.

When the pitch of Raimo's silhouette materialized before her, the fawn-pelted yearling glanced up with a wary flicker of her ears. Not quite expecting to see the shadowed shape of him so near her sleeping place. Not quite sure if she liked the sight of him there -- for she was still uncertain of the pantherine woodsman and he was a jarring figure compared to the ghostly icewolf she was more accustomed to seeing near her den. 

Her tensions heightened seeing the confident bolster of his movements, smelling the heavy perfume of Kukutux on his pelt. "Raimo," she greeted regardlessly, silently wondering what he wanted.