Duskfire Glacier If I could begin to be

késhka looked up at the sound, ears twitching slightly, the rabbit's limp body still cradled beneath one paw. blood painted the edge of her jaw, bright against the pale scruff of her throat, but her expression was relaxed—friendly, even. there was something easy in the way she moved, confident without needing to show it, like the work of skinning the kill was just another quiet task in a long, practiced morning.
her eyes found the white woman’s face, sharp and knowing, but not unkind. the 'woof' had caught her attention, and she responded with a soft hum of acknowledgment.
you’re not bad at sneaking up on someone, késhka offered, lips quirking as she wiped the blood from her chin with the back of her wrist. but you scared off the birds.
her tone was warm, teasing, and she nudged the rabbit aside with a paw before rising to her feet, stretching like a cat before motioning toward the trees with a flick of her head.
still want to try for one? i could use a break from rabbits. a smile now, real and open.