"You're a little one."

How is it that such a pretty thing make their way towards him this one evening?

As Edrick walks home from his hunt, two or three rabbits corded up with a rope in his hand, he found them curled up under a red cedar. Under them, the dirt is damp and sticky. And when they tilt their head up at him, lost eyes searching for answers in his face, he could not help the coo escaping his mouth.

"Look, love," Edrick gestures his head to the greying sky. The ground rumbles as, as though right in time, lightning strikes. "It's storming. Let's warm you up."