Swiftcurrent Creek disappointed people clinging onto bottles

sure !!! <3 such a lovely thread, thank you :')

Eshe understood; did not press. There's a brief lapse of her anxiety in the form of relief.
Wren ended this venture with no food for herself — or anyone else — and what she did now have was insecurity that piled and weighed heavy on her shoulders. A sickly feeling to her stomach tells her that now is her chance to escape.
Bah, don't mention it, dude, still, she puts on her brave face, a toothy smile given. sorry the only food we managed to get was a, uh, very drunk hare. But hey, there's always next time. Kill her now.
She gives one last nod and a playful nudge to Eshe's nape before departing. Her den would provide her the safety needed to swallow the bitter pill of fear; let it swallow her whole and then numb her until she can no longer keep herself awake. She would not speak to anyone else for the rest of the day.