Bearclaw Valley Drink me

There it was: maybe.
A flicker of hope. A lit candle with a short wick set against the wind; but it was there, and Indra grasped for it as desperately as she'd set upon her meal.
Indra hurried to follow the woman, sniffling the whole way. The closer they got to where she'd hidden her rabbit the more and more her stomach twisted, and the heavier the weight of her sadness became.
She didn't really want to give up the one comforting thing in this whole scary place.