Camio didn't want to but he had left @Nova briefly to get her a meal and maybe a gift. The tawny Zamora knew she would be having to feed not only herself but the beautiful thing (or things) growing inside of her precious form. He was happy to be able to have his children come from Nova. All of these lovely thoughts made the day seem brighter and a smile was graced on his lips. Everything was going to be great for the two lovers.
Trailing through the woods he was hoping to find something. Old tracks of birds or hares showed up every now and then. Of course the stale scents of passing predators would show up rarely that made his hackles raise. The Zamora male felt the need to keep his young bride as far away from harms way as possible. Which might have been why he set up a safe and secure place before leaving to do his chores. He still felt the need to turn around and go home but he knew if he showed up with no food for Nova he would feel guilty. Oh how he was caught in a giant spider web of worries.
Stopping for a minute he sniffed around the ferns. The young male was looking for anything at this point. A nest, a trail, even some sort of paw prints. Grumbling softly he came up empty. It just meant that he had to keep looking harder. Anything to get something for his mate.
in coffins and boxes, a museum of the dead