Lynx

Kantya didn't like the market, well, the butchers' or hunters' stalls particularly. She could smell the death, taste the blood, of the poor animals that were on display. It sickened her. It reminded her of the first time she ate meat.

Diary, 

I have been very busy of late, I have been looking up and down the East-West road between the homesteads and Bree, and looked around the marshes. There's no sign of my quarry anywhere. I've barely had a chance to see my friends. 

Pren looked back as his name was mentioned,  before he looked over to Brisen, nodding once more before surveying the large hut and the people milling around, staring at the strangers. 

Brisen looked at him boldly, her eyes roamed over his broad chest and up to his face. "Come, this way." She walked towards the door, her hips swayed under a tight fitting hide skirt.

Watching him go, she felt an unexpected pang of emotion and smiled at him her eyes shining with unshed tears for the lost kittens and for his act of kindness. She sighed, suddenly realizing they would likely have no means to care for a litter of lynx kits. She rubbed her head and looked at the fire, there would have to be some way. She rolled out one of the furs near the flames and set to work cutting up the deer carcass for cooking and drying.