THEY’RE TRYIN’ TO KEEP HEAVENS GATES OPEN LATE FOR ME ooc. leaving details of like... every thread very vague Dead things were easy to find, with winter approaching. Thus, he was contentedly picking at a cold, stiff jointed rat. He knew better than to gorge himself, so eating something small would prevent him from having to maintain self control. The tiny bones crunched under his teeth, and the meat was stringy. However, he wouldn't dare ask for anything from his masters. They had been kind to him, and he didn't want to earn their disdain or ire. He wasn't too far from his little den beneath the shrub, but it was out of sight amongst the tall grasses. Enclosed from all sides, he felt oddly safe. Cocooned from the cruelty of the world, just him and his scavenged meal. "speech"

She was happy in her new life. She was pregnant with a new family, and she was free here. Though she had never known Rhyme was a slave or that he had others he kept here that had been. She hobbled on, her large stomach speaking of not only her condition but also the potential size of their little ones. Rhyme had been busy with trying his best to ensure the lands were secure. Though she didn't know if he had noticed the scent of another who was pregnant, shaye if she could determine from the scents. Maybe she should tell him, he sometimes seemed to not notice.

She was padding along, on a return from the kill pile. It was getting too cold to fish and she was much too slow to catch deer on her own right now. She wouldn't ask rhyme or anyone though, she didn't want to become an inconveinence to the pack. Her head was down and her mouth carried a fat hare. Her den was almost dug out now as well.

(You can power play her walking into him if u want, she's not really paying much attention)

THEY’RE TRYIN’ TO KEEP HEAVENS GATES OPEN LATE FOR ME The grass rustled behind him, and the male was nearly instantly on red alert. Rising to his feet, he clutched the rotting carcass of the rat tightly between his teeth, unwilling to relinquish his meagre meal. A small form parted the foliage. Though it might have been foolish, he felt instant relief knowing that he would be capable of facing off with this one. The fear that clouded his mind began to clear, and he began to note the strangers appearance. Eyeless, with heavy scarring around empty sockets. Littered with as many old wounds as he himself bore, missing both tail and a hind foot. For a moment, he felt glad that he still retained all of his limbs, though one was mostly useless as anything but a stilt upon which to prop his weight. Then, he noticed, she was round with pups. The hare in her jaws looked far more appetizing than his own meal, and he began to wonder where everyone was finding these creatures. Feeling like an idiot, the male dropped his rat unceremoniously onto the ground. "Sorry, ma'am," he rasped, tail curling tightly against his belly. He backed up a few paces, and stepped to one side. "I didn't mean to get underfoot." he added for good measure. She was certainly far stronger than him, to cope with such heavy damage to her body. He owed her the respect he would lend one of his masters, certainly. "speech"