Kildeer Rest nìkeftxo

she is swift upon long legs as she leads the adolescent towards the nearest cache she had settled into the earth. several pieces of small prey stashed within an old fox hole.

her ears rotate backwards so that she can hear him better as they walk—despite her affinity for trotting, she didn't wish to over exert him—and his inquiry rolls over in her mind.

he was the only youth she had seen outside of those in great sky, and even then, none went by the name given. ravah's head dips between her muscled shoulders as she imparts to break the news:

no, ravah says as sensitive as she can muster without sounding as if she pitied him, but many moving into taiga. boy brother might come yet.

her gait slows as they near the cache, and standing before it, she inclines her head down towards the den. unearthing what she had used to cover it with nudges of her nose and a few scrapes of her paw, and then she produces the carcass of a ground squirrel. it is still fresh, and though small, it would be enough to provide him some strength back.

but as she lifts her head, she can see in the distance the silhouette of @Sega. those silver eyes of hers betray nothing as she turns away from him and back towards the yearling, nudging the carcass to him. eat now.