IRIS
The morning after began with a dead rabbit on my porch.
The previous night I had woken every few hours since one of the twins had woken for a feeding, and each time I crept past the window and Ronan was still guarding the door.
So, first thing in the morning, I opened the door to check on him and nearly stepped on it.
The rabbit had been placed precisely on the welcome mat and Ronan sat beside it, his tail sweeping back and forth. His eyes were fixed on my face with what I could tell was pride.
I stared at the rabbit. "Did you do this?" His tail wagged harder.
"You went hunting? In the middle of the night? On your first night home?"
The wagging intensified as he nudged the rabbit closer to me with his nose and then looked up at me again, clearly waiting for something. His ears
