The Sunspire Shade Tree

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Once she had settled alongside him, she bent her neck to set the rabbit's leftovers down at her paws. It landed awkwardly, spine bent and barely looking anything like the pleasant hare it had been just mere hours ago. As she nodded to his words, she licked her teeth free of some stray fur. Good. They do look much better, she commented.

Then, about herself, she bobbed her snout. Mm, alright. Vague, she practically shrugged it off. Truthfully she was worried about Summer, and anxious about winter still. Deep, deep in her bones it just felt.. like something to dread? And not only in reference to the weather and the conditions that came with it. Her mother had always expressed contempt for wintertime too, and young Ame had never understood it entirely, so perhaps this was that? I was on the borders all night.. and no sign of Summer, either, but my hunts have been successful at least, she said with a gesture to the carcass. Want any? she asked.