Thanksgiving Bounty

Sour was... a mild way to describe her attitude as of late. Cael was harboring a rage she probably needed to deal with, but she was too busy trying to decide how best she could improve to stop being so useless and powerless in the face of life in general. Her runs were longer than ever, and she usually preferred to venture outside the pack for them these days to access more varied terrain since she knew Abaven like the back of her paw at this point.

As she was making her way out to the border, a little later than usual after a lengthy morning nap, a call made her pause and turn. Autumn leaves were floating towards the ground around her as Cael cocked her head and considered whether or not to answer that call. It didn't sound super important but... why not? Not like she ever socialized these days.

Stalking towards the call, paws crunching on dried leaves and mismatched eyes scanning ahead, the girl heaved a sigh. She always felt... tense, as of late. Her tension did not ease up even as she arrived and cast a curious glance at the man she remembered to be... Rhyme. Right? Yeah. Looked like he just ate his fill of a pretty big kill. "Whatchya need?" she asked after a bit of hesitation.