Whitewater Gorge XXXII

She fought back the nausea, as she caught her breath. Augur remained with her, solemn and quiet, until his woeful tune rose. She sighed softly. She understood the feeling. She looked past her shoulder, knowing that their home lay that way. And they still had miles to go before they even found the murderer, and whoever else she denned up with. 

She flattened her ears. She didn't like being obedient, but she was at least glad that she was not the only one who wanted to just turn back and go home. She pulled the rabbit toward herself with her paws, and tore it in two as well as she could, and tossed the other half to Augur; as if to say cheers to that.