Wapun Meadow amaritudo

The rabbits were trickier to chase than he had hoped. Their light feet danced atop the snow where Swordfish’s plunged into it and slogged his pace. He took longer than he had hoped, but he did return to the place where he had left the man. His chest tightened upon seeing him. Germanicus had seemed so fierce, so cold, so very intense… 

But now he looked like a boy. His yellow eyes were fixed east. His features were contemplative. 

Swordfish slung the fatter of the rabbits toward him and then settled his lean figure beside the man. Their haunches touched, a soft show of company, of a fellow sufferer. He placed his rabbit in his paws and looked to the man. 

Yer from the military pack. I met one of yers. A boy named Scout, he struck up conversation.