The Sunspire wrote it down and read it out

maybe someone she hasn't threaded with in a while?

she returned with a pheasant and a slight limp, the cause of which being the same forelimb that had fractured weeks ago. disregarding the limb, which some childish, angry part of her self refused to warrant any more fuss, she instead made her way deeper into the territory. her aim was the den in which her mother and siblings had only just recently left, their scents still fading there. Liffey could use the catch, she reasoned, and only if not would she take it to the cache.