Though she understood the facts of it, Zinnia was a little miffed she couldn't spend every second next to Iscah. Of course, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that was a ridiculous concept. The grey she-wolf needed time to herself, doing whatever it was she did, and Zinnia was only too happy to oblige to anything she asked, naturally. Thus the young former Valerian was traipsing the woods on her own, possibly looking for a meal. She was almost fervent in hunting for the both of them, which Iscah seemed to enjoy.
Zinnia wasn't much of a huntress, admittedly. She had trained as a healer, and had only practiced her hunting skills on occasion. Fish she could do, but they were unusual and she didn't want to bring back something Iscah didn't like. Deer were most certainly out of her skill range. This left smaller creatures such as pheasants or hares. To her delight she'd found a trail of the former. Discarded feathers marked the way, providing an easy path to what would hop