Blacktail Deer Plateau Magic, madness, heaven, sin

She watched and listened intently for others to arrive. When it was Pura who pushed pass a tangle of branches and laid himself before her and the kill, she smiled warmly. Saena had spent too little time with the brother she'd been close to in her youth, and it was a relief to see that he hadn't disappeared like the rest of their siblings. She hadn't questioned it—his scent was still around, at the outskirts as it had been when he'd withdrawn the first time—but worry had risen nonetheless.

His joke, however mechanical and uncertain, made her giggle. She craned her neck to nudge the fox toward her brother, then settled back, allowing him to take the first bite if he wanted it. There would come a time in her life where Saena would debate whether or not to shove everyone away from a kill (or try to, anyway) or not, but that time wasn't now.

"Where've you been hiding?" she asked in a tone that was curious but not judgmental. Pura handled things differently than she did. It never did occur to her that all the changes had shaken him and that, like her, he'd taken time to himself; to her, he was an unmovable boulder, sturdy even in the strongest and most tumultuous gales.