Qeya River ghosts

gjalla’s lip curled faintly at his remark, a fleeting show of annoyance. “you’ve got an answer for everything, don’t you?” she grumbled. 

her gaze shifted to the hare for a moment, tongue sliding over her canines. a begrudging sigh slipped past her teeth before she paused, angling her head to his before scooping up its hindlegs between her teeth. still warm.

a little ways ahead was a fallen treetrunk braced against the window. she could eat there. "come."