Needing Something

Karabela licked her lips lightly, dislodging the remnants of fur from her tongue. She then moved on to cleaning some of the blood off her right foreleg where she’d been bitten. Raba grinned at Sparrow’s comment about wasting prey on coyotes. “Dam straight, I need to find me a pair of coyotes to fight next. Badgers are getting a bit stale to be honest.” She wrinkled her nose as a strange thought entered her head. “Granted I don’t think I’d eat one. You’re welcome to come hunting with me if you want sometime. I’ve just been trying to stay busy.” Any moment she had to herself any more she found her head filled with unbidden thoughts that drifted to her mother… her siblings. What the hell had happened? Every so often it would strike her on her feet, threaten to bring her to her knees and she willed her mind to focus back on Sparrow.

Karabela let out a hearty laugh at Sparrows joke. “Definitely! Sparrows are for more valuable.”

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