Wapun Meadow Sunshine, Daisies, Butter Mellow...

A compliment, and a emotional testament, Speaker gave. 
His silence would not let her know which one of the adjectives she had struck true to his person.
Which one told the truth of who he was. The shadow simply gazed briefly at her volcanic eyes, then ducked the aching orbs to duller colors, and attempting to preserve his sight. 

She was not of a pack? How could any let this femalia brace the Wilds, alone? 

"Have you at least had a feast of the bountiful prey around you, Speaker?"

Cry hoped the dame had at least had something on her stomach Or did she only consume flames, for substance?