Porcupine Ridge mica orb

sparrow though thickheaded, was not entirely a fool. he understood himself incapable of fleeing this place with an injured ankle. he would not run, not yet. "sparrow," he answered to the woman's demand.

there was the introduction of another, a girl. was she stolen away, same as him? he left little thought on it when the matter of food was brought to the conversation. he'd been without a proper meal for a long enough time that the promise of food alone was enough to temporarily ward off his distaste for the panther.

the cold rust of his gaze swept to where the girl hid and where the hare lay, his attention drifting between the two anxiously.