Big Salmon Lake Is this the prize I've waited for

He wilted at her words, he was aware of the disastrous mistake of letting them escape home, but her emphasis of that fact seemed to lock in the looming fact he was not going to catch this little rabbit. "Thanks for the hint, I guess." It was really starting to become obvious, he needed to learn to feed himself properly, and soon.

He pushed away any further thoughts of the lost food, lifting his eyes to look at the silver girl again. "Lunatic?" It seemed to be the general consensus since his arrival in the wilds. "No, I don't think I'm a lunatic, even if I can't follow paths, or catch rabbits." Self assurance that he wasn't a lunatic, that was sane right?