Your chances of getting killed by a bunny are low, but never zero.

Birna set the rabbit on her sled, debating about eating it now or saving it for later. With her ravens help she'd be able to build a fire and dry the meat. The rest of the carcass would be given back to the earth and her fellow predators. Though perhaps she would keep the skin and help Jynn make an additional fur coat. She thought it mad the maned wolf wished to join her but she would not extinguish the enthusiasm but it did mean she had to make considerations for those that weren't children of winter.

Her round ears perked up at the sound of approaching paws. She glanced through the pines to see a large, charcoal-colored male with ruddy markings that made her thing a little of Kiela's coloring. Birna dipped her head in greeting. "It is to carry my supplies. I am a nomad of these lands. What about you?"

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