Rose was a doer rather than a talker. The moment she said something, she did her best to complete what was promised on the fastest possible day. So when she was done with some of her self-imposed tasks, she promptly took Diane on a hunt in the forest.
“There are quite a lot of them nowadays,” Diane said as she looked at the various traces of life on the forest floor. “Was this the thing called a last minute feast before a good sleep?”
“Maybe it was,” Rose said as she had placed a trap in a secluded part of the area. “To be honest, I never hunt during this time of the year. I often have my preparations done for at least a month before the wind starts going cold.”
“Sorry.” Diane apologized for delaying Rose in her winter preparations.
Shaking her head, Rose said it was okay. Saying that
