The Heartwood do well; do good

He didn’t have the presence of mind to control his expression, so he pulled quite the face when Rose insisted he’d misunderstood. It cleared up quite a bit when she explained that she was very bad at hunting. She insisted she would only get in his way.

Caracal paused, face thoughtful now. He didn’t actually mind hunting for her, though he was used to working with a partner. Having some assistance usually proved more successful—hence his lack of eats since ditching Killer—but he wasn’t totally inexperienced at capturing small prey on his own.

Okay… yeah, you can hang out here and I’ll be back soon, hopefully. If I don’t catch anything within, say, three hours, I’ll be back to let you know. Sound good?