Prior to pack life, she had never received a compliment for her kills. As it was, such tasks had been for the males and more abled paws. Any accomplishments of the hunting variety had been those of personal value. However that was not to say that she did not find pleasure in having her efforts acknowledged and praised. She tipped her head in gratitude to complement the humble sweep of her tail. “I am glad you approve, Larch,” she replied honestly, openly. Her chords creaked with the remnants of an alleviated illness, lowering her raspy voice to a struggling whisper. Eventually she would need to speak with Dawa for a remedy.
“It is yours to have.” Her lips raised gently in the midst of clearing her throat. “I didn’t know if… or when you had eaten last, and thought it best to see to it myself.” Smoothly she stepped to the side to allow ease of access to the meat. Having little more to say, she let the gesture speak for itself. |