He was fond of her, that much he knew. Their previous time together had been short, yes, but he had sensed an unwavering kindness from the girl. Like a moth to a flame, it had captivated him. He cannot help it. He is drawn to those with kindness in their hearts, just as he is drawn to those that require it. His fondness for her, of course, would never be more than that - simply an enjoyment of her company, a stillness in her presence. He is simple in such a way that he desires, and requires, so little from others. He is, however, complex in a way that despite his desire to take nothing, he has an unwavering need to give. He knows there is little he is able to, practically, do and yet, he is flustered with the thought of giving what he can. And that is why he seeks her out this day.

He was aware some time ago that she was not truly alone. Within her, life had stirred - little heartbeats, little noises that resonated alongside hers. Now, however, he feels a strangeness in the air, and he smells the familiar scent of spring upon them. It is then that he moves into the depths of the forest, using the skills his mother has passed on to him. Slow and steady, as quiet as possible, until he can lurch down the rabbit hole and bring forth a young, grey kit. He is quick, wishing no more pain than needed, and then he moves off like a shadow. He never lingers at the site of death. He does not wish to feel such a thing in the air around him. He searches, then, for her.

When he finds her den, he moves cautiously, bringing stillness to himself so that he might not disturb them. Them. He knows her companion is with her - a boy he does not know the name of, though he knows he must be something special. He, too, must be kind to be with a lady so warm. Yoska cannot help but smile at the thought, letting out a muffled oof between his teeth. He calls for the male then, unwilling to disturb Zelly during such a time.

As quietly as ever, he lowers the rabbit to the den's mouth, bowing low onto his belly as slithering forward until he can poke it forward into the darkness as a gift. Then, with a kindly grin into the shadows, he backs away. He does not depart, however. Rather, he takes to a distance not too far away, keeping a keen eye on the forest around them. It is the least he can do for the time being - to protect them, though he has his hopes set on never needing to do so. He wishes only happiness to the woman that had spared him a moment.