Bramblepoint The hunger revealing

Where are we even going? She questions with her natural abrasiveness, a slight crook of her head as she looked up from her position, unroused by his attempt.

She wasn't mad at him, per say, but she was irritable; credit the cold and the quiet and every other thing that was making her mind descend into overdrive. It was a weird, light feeling, made her shake, or maybe that was just the shivering. Who knew! Not her!

Instead, she kicked her legs out from under herself, committed to the ground, now. Crooked tail thumped once and then twice before laying still against the snow. She wheeled around like a snake to snatch at the hare he'd dropped and dragged it closer, keeping it defensively at her base of her paws and wasting no time greedily acquanting the meat with her teeth.

..How much longer are we staying here? The wretch pouted, missing a den now more than ever.