Redhawk Caldera freedom & freedom

There was a mischievous glimmer in Ruenna's eye as Sphyra accused her of being often preoccupied with food. The child hadn't yet caught on to Rue's intentions for her bone, and Rue looked forward to the indignant expression that would fly over her face when realization dawned.

It did tickle her a bit, to hear Sphyra's impression of her. It made sense that Sphyra would see her as obsessed with food, because it was so often an anxiety on Rue mind. Since Rue was unable to hunt for the children herself, she was completely reliant on others to see the children fed. She loathed being so helpless, and she had thought that she kept this this anxiety hidden from the children. But Sphyra was a perceptive little thing, wasn't she?

Rue would tell herself that she had let Sphyra win the race, although the burst of activity had admittedly pushed Rue to her limits. She stood, watching the child flee with her prize, a look of bemusement upon her features. Perhaps if her back hadn't been so bad, she'd have given chase. But her back was already protesting its harsh treatment, and it was time for Auntie Woo to take a little break. 

Feel free to wrap or archive! And thank you for the kudos!! Sphyra makes a delightful thread buddy. <3