Neverwinter Forest I know your favourite place to dine at

Ears twitch lightly as she lays sphinx-like, staring down at the badger pinned underneath and between her paws. It has been dead for some time now, and she knows that she should eat before the meat goes too cold.

She is shaded by the trees overhead and the setting sun, isabella coat complimented well by the lighting. She has kept herself well-maintained despite her travels.

Her mind has wandered, her infinite optimism having died down for the moment. Eyes settle on a tree in the distance as she considers her troubles, expression blank.

Pale fur glides with purpose across the forest, stark and contrast against the darkness of shadows. She was young and hungry to prove her worth. 

And also, just plain hungry. 

oi, her woof was pointed at the wolfess with the badger under her. gonna sit t'ere n' stare a' it 'til ta wind brings it bac' ta life or ya gonna eat ta bloo'y t'ing?

I love her so much

A stranger's grating voice breaks through her pondering mind. Her head turns, settling on the other with her expression remaining cold momentarily.

That's a silly thing to say. She snickers, a smile crossing her face now. Outwardly she appeared a bit dense - taking the words of the stranger as a joke, but Hokulani was anything but. She was a good actor, more than anything else. I plan to eat it. Were you not taught to give thanks to the earth first?

She was doing no such thing, but she would say that was the case and nobody could deny her.

The girl rips into the badger now, eyeing the other with a clear message: she was not going to be sharing.

we giv' t'anks befer ta hunt. When strength of leg and nose is more important. A verse fer da animal's life. 'agus seol an t-anam sin a ghabháil linn chun sosa síochánta sna spéartha thar ár n-amhráin.' send ta sool of t'at we catch ta peacefil rest in ta skies beyond our songs. Part o' aur huntsong, the songs we sing fer it. she rattled it off with a sense of pride, happy to say it again. Although she never missed a single time doing it, not a lot of wolves seemed to know that way.

t'aught ya alrea'y did yer huntsong wi'h yer prayir an' ya just staerin' a' i' cuz i' looked funny. Raen tried to chuckle it off. New, ser I don' nuu a lo' about ta custims 'ere.

Awkard, so awkward. Get it together, Raen.