Broken Antler Fen Beaver Brunch

brows knit together with the effort to translate. she thought she understood.

"vai?" the head lifted, eyes mistrustful. twice so far she'd caught and shared, but her motives were simple thankfulness.

first, for company, second, for help.

she had no trust in good motives of greater predators. see their eyes? they wondered if she was good meat, her pelt a good prize.