Cody paced in the densite with a mouse clenched in his jaws.
Fyra had been hunting unsuccessfully for the past hour or two. She had attempted hunting near where Willow was buried, where her and Cody had hunted on the first day, but Willow's ghost held tight to the land. It was almost as if Fyra was suffocating, drowning in fathoms of cold, black water, when she was there.
Needless to say, she'd never try that again.
Sighing, she headed back to the densite, her jaws clenched around nothing. When she saw Cody, she felt her muscles tense for reasons beyond her. He made her go insane... both with confusion and regret.
And love.