Ditsy Deer

As they put the snares into place, Celeste had tried to kindle a little conversation. Duchess was not, and had never been very talkative but she wouldn't have just blatantly ignored a question in conversation. But the question she had asked actually hurt Duchess which would have been totally unexpected from the other side. Once upon a time, Duchess would hunt and cook and provide and care for the band. They were a family before she had destroyed them all. She knew it was her own fault, she knew they all hated her. It took her quite some time to answer, "Not anymore." She spoke rather bluntly, finishing up her work and then turning to go find their hunt. "Come on." She offered more flatly this time, hopefully she hadn't scared the girl off but she supposed she had already done her part of the job. There was a colony of little dik-diks around, and those would be their target.

"Duchess"