After talking on about this, Willow tended to the fires again as she waited for the raven to return. It was already afternoon when the bird returned with a large rabbit in his claws. If it wasn't for this, she would've suspected Harper to having been a different raven. As the lion ate the rabbit, Willow stuck to the jerky quietly in thought.
"Willow?" The fox looked to her curiously.
She looked down on the fox questioning, "Yes?"
"Something on your mind again?"