Wapun Meadow I know its hard sometimes

a chill slid down the wraith's spine, causing his shoulders to shudder. the female spoke, and despite his unfamiliarity with her tongue,  he needn't know her language to understand her purpose.

Ich'aak cast her a hardened glare; it had been weeks since he had eaten, and his gradual starvation afforded so few chances. the energy he had extended coursing this hare could not be recovered -- especally not without a meal.

resolutely, he stared her down -- hoping she would get the message and leave him to the hard earned meal he had acquired.