Whittle Away the Time We Have

Alas agreed and took the lead. In the contrary nature of Sera she thought 'I've been leading just fine, haven't I?' Before following along after him. She was weary, hauling the meat and antlers along. Her head starting to bow under the weight of the bones that rested upon them. Or perhaps it was shame that sent her head hanging just a little. It was hard not to feel it, even as she hated the emotion. She was silly and contrary and probably needed some sense knocked into her.

They ambled along in the dark, and she followed the shape of him and the sound of his heavier paw steps on the snow. She wasn't sure for how long they walked, she let her mind drift and her paws lead.

She was startled from her daydreams when his voice called attention to the cave, and she paired into the space as he moved into it. It wasn't large, but perhaps she could crawl her way into a corner and curl into a ball without thinking about too hard. She let out a soft breath, looking from Alas to the cave. He sounded like he was being so careful. Tippytoeing around her like she was liable to break any moment. She growled mentally, and looked at the far wall. "It'll do just fine."
Hewasnotthere. Hewasnotthere. She dove into the cave, shedding her luggage near the entrance as she landed in the far corner and curled into a tight ball. She didn't need kid gloves, dammit.

Without lifting her head she spoke into her fur. "Night Alice."