Dinner in the woods

Finding the right balance would always be difficult, and he had no idea how his Grandfather had managed it. No matter how busy he got, or how harsh the winter… he needed to make sure he was giving Spider time. Especially now. With this loss hanging over the both of them. He lowered his head a little, though he still looked at Spider. “Me too.” he admitted quietly. “She’s always been there…” And he had never expected… had never foreseen… how easily she left. How easily he hurt her.

He looked at the rabbit in his paws, his own appetite shrinking. He tried to push down that guilt again, box it back up in his heart. He had to. It was the only way he could get on with it, work for the pack. Get them through the winter.