Emberwood fairytale revisionist

His search was as hasty as it was efficient, his scattered mind quickly narrowing its focus down to his memories from earlier in the day when he'd managed to catch and - much to his curiosity's dismay - killed a couple distracted squirrels for a snack. Only one remained, secured away in a frozen cache, and it thankfully wasn't too far away.

All in all he had found it, retrieved it, and was on his way back to the den within five or ten minutes, nothing on his mind except for upping his haste, his urgency.

But the colors of the day had already begun to shift by the time he made it back to Ibis, his shadow leading his form to the narrow entrance to where she lay. The shredded remains of one fat squirrel in his jaws, covered in snow, K crouched and carefully weaseled his way into the entrance, using his large form to essentially plug the chill of winter out. With the greatest of care, he'd drop and nudge the meager meal closer to Ibis, exhaling softly onto it so as to loosen the snow, to make it more palatable.

"it... it ain't much but--" It's something. Careful, heartfelt whispers, hoping to soothe, "i'll get ya some water somehow, but try'an lick th' snow." K would be sure to stay here, hoping his larger form and superior health would ensure maximum heat insulation so she needn't worry about the chill.

For now he could only watch, his simple offers made and his anticipation growing, though he did his best to bury it under one of his typical smiles. He had questions to ask. Stories to tell. But were any of them appropriate now? How could he know?

How could he know what this situation warranted at all?