Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me

She'd been out hunting in the surrounding territory, though she was hunting more for herself and her winged companion as opposed to the band. They had moved to the northern cove but she still kept an arm's length from them, only helping out here and there when she was required to. While it wasn't the worst time being in a band, she despised the circumstances in which she had to stay. The season where she could leave couldn't come fast enough, and that's really all she was waiting for. She had a plump snow hare clamped in her jaws and she was on her way back to the beach to reunite with Gavroche. She hadn't spoken much to him, either. But that was just how she was. She didn't ever really feel relaxed around the band enough to just let herself relax. To just...return to the way she was before this. But even before all of this, she supposed she wasn't as uptight and as wild, but she had lived among a clan that trusted each other.

This was different.

Spotting Gav, she approached him and dropped the hare on the sand beside him. "Eat." Whether he was hungry right now or not, she would leave it there for him to eat eventually. She sat down beside him, gazing out at the water as the breeze ruffled her fur and the longer extensions of it around her face. How much longer did they have to stay here?