Firefly Ravine jet

Normally Redd would have insisted they share, but instinct had her claim the provided meal without argument.  If she wanted to most effectively survive the winter she would need to replace the strength she had lost.  This meant taking any offered charity and assuming it was given with intention.

She concentrated wholly on eating, leaving Masque to their thoughts.  She would have invited her siblings presence closer, but sensed there was something that occupied their mind.  They seemed distant as they stared off, further accentuated in the fact that they had not yet spoken.  This was strange for them of all of the family.  She would normally have needed to consider words by now.

Redd looked in the direction Masque gazed, but saw nothing but further ground.  It didn’t seem like an intention to hunt.  Her ears flicked forward with interest, but she remained where she was.  She had been gone a long while; things had no doubt changed.  She was mindful of this and careful of it.