Silvertip Mountain Food for thought

Zhavvi made way for the alpha to make the kill it was the same in her pack. It was expected to have the alpha do the kill, at least in Dorthan customs. The female was hungry but didn't feel like eating much of the deer. She let the alpha eat first, normally she would eat with her father but this pale ghost wasn't her father. She was probably not allowed to eat with him. Zhavvi laid down, having the wound on her neck and not have her father controlling her she felt... much better. She joined this pack to survive and learn the common tongue. It got her brain so busy there was no room for bad thoughts. Maybe she had been spoiled after all, maybe she had been a brat. Oh well. She was glad to be away from them.

The girl laid down, crossing her front paws and placing her head on it as she waited for her signal to eat. Slowly her body got back to a normal temperature. When she was allowed to eat she walked up to it, almost being suspicious about it for a moment, though the alpha ate from it so she started to nibble on the fresh meat. She wasn't wolfing it down like her growling stomach indicated her hunger. She took a few chunks before trotted to Alphas Fitz and offered to lick the red blood from the places he couldn't reach.