Hushed Willows A Silent Retreat

I don’t partake in kills I haven’t earned.

No? The rogue hunter’s brows lifted. Perhaps if you did, you would not be so fatigued. It was said matter-of-factly, without judgement or cruelty. Do you not eat crow food? Wake tipped his head, genuinely curious.

Was it not natural for a lone wolf to take what they could get? He sympathized, certainly, as a man of great arrogance himself — but he was not so prideful as to deny himself a free meal if he shared her current state.

Perhaps his scrutiny and eye contact unsettled her; so he would relieve her of it.

He looked down at his paws, bloodied from wrangling life from the raccoon, and casually began to groom them. Where I am from, it is customary to share blood with strangers to form bonds, the snowfox went on.It is an ill omen for the giver to be rebuffed.