Hoshor Plains A hunting we will go

She tilted her head at his words, the wariness falling from her eyes. As he began to eat, she licked the blood off of her muzzle and stretched again, her muscles protesting only slightly. Relaxing, she blinked slowly as she sat down. She hadn't had a meal like this in a while. She tried to cover up a yawn by dipping her head as he kept eating. The breeze blew, and the blades of grass ruffled. 

Peace settled on her for the first time in...a very long time. It was an intriguing thought. Why peace? It was a strange but welcome feeling as she sat back on her haunches. Looking at him again, she nodded at his words, then spoke, her words blunt, but kind. "I'm glad that I could help. You looked like you hadn't eaten well in a while." 

Shaking her head, she apologized for her look earlier, looking almost sheepish now. "I'm sorry for the look earlier. I have just never run across what I assume to be a lone wolf that would do that. My curiousity got the better of me. It must have been showing on my face. I try to curb it. It's not the healthiest of habits." A sound that almost sounded like a laugh emitted from her throat as she wagged her tail slightly, her head tilted. A small smile rested on her face.