Whittle Away the Time We Have

She blinked and almost tripped as she came to a stop. Oh heck she had forgotten the rabbit! She readjusted her course, and started to lead them towards the snow where she had been playing ‘statue’. It was a much closer destination then her pack, and after she arrived she had some logistical issues to work out. Alastor had taken the hide, but the antlers rested over her shoulders. She awkwardly reached around, and stabbed the rabbit over one of the ends.

Picking up the haunces again, she began to lead them home true and proper this time. She was pretty sure she wasn’t forgetting anything else.

As she let them out of the woods, the light began to fade. It was this faux winter, the days seem shorter. Once the shadows had begun to stretch across the sky, the night began to grow with haste. They were definitely not going to make it to the pack before dark. Besides, they were probably due a break. She thought of spending a night in a camp with Alas, and her heartrate picked up again. Telling herself that if he hadn’t taken advantage of her yet, didn’t mean he suddenly would because it was night didn’t register like it should have. Foolish woman.

“Alright Alice, I think this day is leaving without us.” She said, trying to trick her mind into thinking of him as something as harmless and sweet as someone that she could call ‘Alice’

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