Big Salmon Lake with a pocket of high

She could give this a go, couldn't she? The woman watched him, shifting her stiffening limbs in the slightest. Her gaze expressed her surprise when the male pawed forth a meal, one she accepted carefully, glancing to him. " I can adapt to what is needed; but I am a traveller, by nature. If that is what your pack needs, an ambassador, a ranger, I can fill that role." her gaze trailed down to the meal, her own pride rearing its head, as well as a feeling that this was wrong. Normally, she would accept a free meal, but now - "I cannot accept this. You hunted, you should eat." she offered, gaze movign to his in all it's sharpness.