Blacktail Deer Plateau Experiences

dauntless fell back into the routine of patrolling, glad for the distraction it offers him from worrying about how he's going to tell easy when she returns. he's been over a thousand different things he might say and each sounds worse than the last. the conclusion? it was going to be hard to tell her and no way of wording it was going to soften the blow and he had to live with that. he finishes his patrol and his eyes — more green today than they are brown — sweep over the territory outside morningside's orders before he turns and head deeper into the territory, contemplating whether he wanted to catch something fresh or grab a snack from one of the food caches. food cache, he decides after a moment of internal deliberation. they'd be moving soon and it was probably better to get the food they kept stored eaten.

he unearths a loosely packed cache and plucks a plump hare from it before re-covering the earth he'd dug up and fixes his grasp upon the corpse — stiff and cold — and keeps heading further into the territory, letting out a soft noise of surprise when he shrugs through thick underbrush and nearly slams into pema. "sowwy!" he exclaims around the corpse in his mouth, unable to correctly pronounce the word with his mouth full.