The Heartwood imperfection's glow

I hate anxiety disorders, hattteeee. I'm convinced it's why I'm feeling horrid the last few days. Haven't ran a temp, haven't been coughing or hacking and what not but I feel like literal death 80% of my waking time. x_x *rambles*

The dark-haired youth was seemingly polite. Though they were all innately wild creatures, there almost seemed to be a lack of ferocity lingering. Perhaps it was simply her personality altogether, meek and mild as opposed to angry and feral. For reasons she wouldn't have cared to describe, Echelon felt perceptive enough to determine that she would not garner much problem from the yearling. And it wasn't like she hadn't taken the choice cuts out of a hare anyway. Giving up the leftovers, whether it was to someone now or someone who found it later, didn't matter.

"Take it, it's yours," she said, pushing it away from herself as she rose. Echelon felt it was better to give a bit of space, though if anything the gesture came about nonchalantly. She wasn't there to trick or entice or otherwise start a fight. Not tonight. "The night's still young anyway, I'm sure I can catch another if I'm feeling peckish lately." And unsurprisingly to her, the comment came off just as nonchalant. As though they weren't all out there struggling at some point and time to simply survive.