Fox's Glade all i've got is instinct

Inkeri has learned through harsh lessons, that she cannot trust as easily as she may like. Though she still often does. She does remember sometimes to be cautious and keep claws and teeth at the ready. More so when she cannot properly speak with her travel partner. She doesn't know her intentions.

Inkeri follows, the silence growing, but it is not deafening. No, it has become a comfortable silence. To move together, and see the lands for what it is. It is certainly beautiful here. Though nothing will ever be as beautiful as home, these wilds come close.

Inkeri stared in awe at the obelisk and then with precision, she pulled the rabbit from her shoulder and made a split second decision. She split the rabbit in two, with a loud crack. And with careful jaws she lay one at each pillar. For Svart and Kvit. She had decided just then, that as two pelts herself. She would at least honor both. Perhaps not follow, but honor.

She felt strangely guilty for wasting meat as such, but it seemed fitting to do what she had just done. Though she could not explain it.