(I just wanted to apologize for not posting. I've been very stressed and busy.)

Stripe sighed, she knew he was right. She should probably be resting, "Alright, Boa." Stripe limped back over to Jeraboa. She licked Jeraboa's nose before lying down. "Good luck!" Stripe stayed put while waiting for Jeraboa to return.

(Do you wanna time skip? I have an idea to help maybe build Stripe's, and potentially Jeraboa's, characters.)

Jeraboa smiles and licksthe top of Stipes head before padding out of their small clearing. The scent of the rabbit is strong. He follows it for a while. Then picks up the pace and slowly catch up. As healer, Boa has no experiance hunting, but is still able to get it. After an embaresingly large amount of trys. He turns to walk back, his prise in his mouth.

(Sorry it's short)

Stripe patiently waits for Jeraboa. As she waits, she starts to wonder about something—something from her past—her old mate. The last time she knew, he was a lone wolf again. She didn't care much about him but still couldn't help but wonder "What has he been doing in the past year? Is he still in the area?" Questions like this kept popping into her head.