Night lunges after Timber, speed through the forest. She would almost catch up, before falling behind when he spotted a rabbit. Nightingale veered of to the right before snapping at a rabbit of her own. All she got was floof. A quick sprint brings her on top of the rabbit. Night bit down, and got floof and food. Night turns and starts to book it to the cliff.

Stripe looked at Jeraboa, a flush of embarrassment creeping across her face. "I understand you would never wish harm upon my Jeraboa. The sight of blood unsettles me, despite my nature as a fighter; my perspective has shifted since... the incident." Her voice faltered, and she lowered her gaze to the earth, then back to her outstretched paw. Jeraboa alone bore witness to the full tale of her lost pups. With a quiet resolve, Stripe limped back to her previous spot, settling down with a heavy heart. "Just give me a heads-up this time," she murmured, her eyes flickering between Jeraboa and the ground, her paw extended in a gesture of vulnerability.

"Good girl." Jeraboa says. He walks over to Stripe and looks at her paw. A sharp stone is lodged in the center paw pad. "Hey, relax. Are you ready?" He asks. Jeraboa licks a bit of blood off her chin and takes a hold of the stone in his teeth. "3, 2,1" He pulls and the stone comes out. He spits it out and puts moss on the wound. "No good putting cobwebs on it until the bleeding dies down slightly."

slips on a rock, but gets up. "You... Are... Fast." She gasps. Night wags her tail slowly. She sits down and drops the rabbit. Then her stomach rumbles. "Either I worked up an appetite, didn't eat enough for breakfast, or it's gonna rain." She says.