Fox's Glade all i've got is instinct

Sanja watches as the stranger lifts the hare to their shoulder. It is odd; why not just carry it with teeth? Perhaps they still do not trust that Sanja is a friend. Certainly the shadow feels the same way about Inkeri; they are both unsure, and so it is justifiable to leave their teeth ready, just in case.

There is no use overthinking this. Sanja cannot fault a wanderer for being cautious - she has learned to be careful herself. She chuffs, then turns.

In time the glade winds towards the lowland hills, spreading in to meadow and then to forest, and it is through one forest to another that Sanja leads them.

She stops when she sights the tall stones set in the earth, and peers to Inkeri, wondering what she'll make of the obelisks along the path. The two look like they are on a pilgrimmage — to offer up the rabbit to ancient gods that have lost their names.