A Busy Day

She was about to respond to his rather harried voice when the arctic male tried to excuse himself and go figure out what he was to do with his rabbit offerings. The raven had never seen such odd, and rather disconcerting behavior, from a new recruit. But, perhaps, she hadn't been around enough.

When did she assign those chores you seem so busy with? Tethys asked, not bothering to halt him. Instead, she trailed the male for a few steps. Something was off- the black female felt like a pair of eyes were on her. It was probably those damn bobcats.