Golden Glade echo rings

He hunted on their fringes, withdrawn and somber as he continued to mourn the various absences he felt miserable about. Sometimes he did still wander in search of Tambourine, but it was a pointless endeavor and returning to the Glade (even draped in the warming glow of a deepening springtime) was getting more and more difficult to do.

Somewhere among the thick of their borderlands, he managed to pounce a rabbit that insisted on going down with possibly one of the noisiest, ugliest screeches he had ever met with. His ears pressed tight against his skull and he hurried along the killing blow. The silence was welcome, and the warm meat on his tongue was too. This one he did not intend to cache—not with hunger actually present enough to make him want it.

After a few big bites in, his appetite started to waiver fast and he started to regret the eagerness of a moment earlier. He immediately stopped his eating and proceeded to ruminate his anxious thoughts instead, all while pacing slowly with the rest of the carcass hanging slack from his jaws.

boops @ @Reek