Thoughts heavier than the prey she carried, Thymefur entered camp with dragging paws. She was warmly welcomed by those that lingered in the camp. Congrats on such a good catch given. She felt warmed by it all though once dropping the well caught female turkey off, her thoughts returned to the dead squirrel. It felt like she had stumbled onto something important but she couldn't place why it would be. Blinking her green eyes twice, the Courser distracted herself momentarily by clawing free a pawful of the soft large feathers of the turkey.
The feathers would be a nice addition to her nest and a gentle reminder of why she went out each day to