Nova Peak we'll call you when we want pleated khakis.

Yami had zero intention of hunting her friend down to discuss her feelings about what she'd said. She had never been the type to actually face her issues, but to avoid them. And when that failed, just ignore their existence altogether. She was aiming for the latter with this one. Her desire to not be alone outweighed her desire to avoid the feeling of rejection she'd had when @Kiwi had said what she did. It had been so awful the last time and she didn't really want to take the time to explore which feeling was worse--that one or this one.

So! She ignored, and she distracted to make the ignoring easier.

The field on this side of the mountain was wide and grassy, just the way she liked her fields. It was also littered with the scent of rodents and other small game, which was also something she liked about it. That meant she could both run and hunt--two things she enjoyed doing AND was easily distracted by. It was a double whammy. So, that was how she had spent her morning, and she already had a rabbit and two voles tucked away in a cache she had dug on the field's Northern edge where the incline sharpened and turned rocky.

She had just turned away from burying the latter when she dipped her muzzle again, picked a scent to follow, and began to weave her way back into the grass to hunt it down. Ahh, distractions.