*Furia turns on heal as been ignored it seems and rejoins nonac who finding nothing both caught some rabits, put the fur to dry out outside the door on a woodern rack and leaves the meet in preserving device on kitchen*
*Nonac hoping to trap some decent winter gear before the snows come having lost much of his fleeing the war in the north *

*both head off to room and find a rather active way to vent there frustrations at this places confusing nature to them*