Porcupine Ridge mica orb

The boy spoke, and the girl cowered deeper into the depths of the brush. Watching carefully each movement of the boys eyes, and expamining the warm grays of fur. Silence expanded out before those soft jaws wrapped around the hare.

Approaching quietly and stopping short of Sparrow's downed figure, her left ear came to a slow roll when they came eye to eye. The rabbit was dropped by his mouth. ".. Hi. I'm Nutu." Even though Sparrow had learned that much now. The boy looked at the hare so hungrily, and it was not but a second before she took slow steps back to offer space once more. "Would you like more to eat?"