Private. Backdated to March 31st
Gabriel’s walk was one with purpose, his dust-brown feet moving across the grass and towards the mansion. He had not spoken to his mother since the incident during the blizzard, and he was ashamed of this. It was unreasonable to blame her for what had happened, or to overreact the way he had. Yet the truth of the matter had snuck up on him as violently as the storm. What he had to do now was not how he wished to go about things, but there was a greater need than that of an aging matriarch.
The rabbit in his jaws was fat and warm, swinging with each step he took. His doggish coat worked well against the brown-tan that showed as the snow melted, and gave him an advantage while hunting. It had been a clean kill. A single shake of the head had snapped the neck, killing the stupid thing before it had time to scream. The smell of the dead animal was enough to have him salivating, but the rabbit was a peace offering—one he knew he would need for what was to come.
Quietly, the Aquila slipped into the door of the mansion and began sniffing out his mother. It did not take long to identify her scent and follow it to a nearby room.
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