Coconut Grove nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.

It wasn’t his name that gave her pause, but his direction. Aside from fishing, she wasn’t a particularly confident or experienced hunter. She was counting on him to be these things, by merit of his age. Druid supposed she could take point on tracking, for the moment.

Before she could consider the matter any further, he asked her about her family. Druid’s jaw clenched as she felt a wave of mixed emotions wash through her. Part of her wanted to tell this Fox all about her beloved mama and her equally lovely sister. But she was meant to forget them, close off her heart. The separation was still so fresh, the wound of it raw.

Suddenly, she wasn’t hungry. And she wanted to be alone, even though it was the hardest thing she’d ever done. Druid looked at Fox, her face full of pain. She managed to grit out an, I’m sorry, I have to… but didn’t quite complete her sentence before whisking away up the beach, taking a moment to hurriedly collect her snake before finding somewhere to wallow, alone.