Duskfire Glacier Sometimes a flower is just a flower.

She saw how Veteran's expression shifted when at last he unearthed the remains of his prize, and her russet ears tilted backward with a wave of fresh guilt. Wayfarer wondered if her brother maintained the ability to read her, to know her unspoken feelings like he could when they were little.

The red-kissed youth shifted closer to him, her step featherlight with hesitation. She leaned over the stale meat and inhaled to test its scent, which she immediately regretted. While the flesh of diseased animals didn't seem to bring garm to their kind, she refrained from consuming it purely because the stench was enough to turn her stomach.

"It's okay, Vet," she assured him with a thin, regretful smile, "here, uh... how about we share this?" From the cache she tugged a hare whose bright white furs were streaked with dried, brown blood. "Share wif me?"

Her littermate's suggestion of star-watching and story-telling really didn't sound all that bad, and she figured it'd be nice to have a warm body to doze off against for a change. Wayfarer wagged her tail softly in agreement, and prepared to follow.