Hoshor Plains grocery shopping

He was unaware that the bird had been dropped on his daughter's head. He was not even facing the den, but as though sensing the stare he turned to look, and met Zafra's eyes with his. There was nothing to read on his countenance. It was stoic as he watched her consume the food he had brought her. They had not spoken since the last time they had met away from the plains, before he allowed himself to be captured, and if she had left the den to do more than relieve herself he was not aware.

"Any requests for your next meal?" he asked half-heartedly.