Cedar Sweep ambience

He had nothing to say, and no way to say it if he did, given the femur he carried in his mouth. Reki continued to steal glances at the woman the whole way, and his ears remained alert, pivoting to the subtle sounds among the trees. As they gradually neared the woman's claim he became a little more relaxed. It wasn't until she spoke that Reki's discomfort returned, and he eyed the homestead as if it were a witch's hut.

As she went on to call for someone else, Reki cautiously approached the site she'd made in to her den. Not once did he drop the bone, and carried it for comfort. She appeared to have been telling the truth: there wasn't much to her claim, with only the scents of the woman and a man he did not know, as well as some others that were far more stale.

He spooked a little when Meerkat appeared at his side with some food, and then had to debate with himself what was more valuable: the comfort of the femur, or the promise of a hot meal, as he eyed the rabbit. It wasn't long before he'd placed aside the femur and grabbed for the rabbit, tearing off a mouthful and swallowing greedily before he remembered himself.

Sheepishly looking to Meerkat, Reki's voice lilted, thank you -- before he resumed eating with gusto.