Moonspear eye of the untold her

Since the arrival of weird little Goldfinch, Kindle had been thinking they ought to store a little more food at the bottom of the mountain. He didn't approve of theivery and he did not approve of adopting all these frail little girls into their ranks — but even he wasn't so heartless as to allow them to starve. What if they didn't catch the next one in the act and draw them into the fold? What if they only found a meager meal and staved off death for a few short hours?

So he carried a fat rabbit he would rather have eaten himself down the mountain, grumbling to himself all the while. Right up until he heard a familiar voice, at least.

Kindle sped up, then, making a beeline toward — well, the cache he'd already been heading for, as it turned out.

"Pie," he said. A little more forcefully than he'd meant to. The rabbit lay forgotten in the snow and he stalked forward, tail whipping in a motion halfway between eagerness and annoyance. "You're back," he added, as if she did not know.