Wapun Meadow You can't be late until you show up.

He looked her over as he ran his tongue across his bloodied. Lips. Sloppy. He'd eaten in haste with full intent of dragging the rest of this pronghorn back up the mountain before sundown. All the licking and snapping of his teeth muddled his ears. His nose was still a touch blood blind with the corpse beneath him, but he was slowly putting this picture together. She was, for the the most part, amicable though he noted the strain it took in order for her to do so. Pinned ears. The slower, clipped snippets that seemed to suggest she was forcibly choosing her words.

He followed her gaze, glancing towards the hill where he'd chased the herd towards before they'd been spooked and fallen back into his jaws. He glanced back at her then, easing the aggression from his posture though he continued to assert himself over this kill. He could put two and two together. "You startled the herd." Just a sentence. A few choice words to show he understood what she'd meant by that.

His eyes narrowed at her for a moment as his mind spun over a few things. She'd helped, even it was indirectly. If she hadn't been on that rise, the herd would have kept running and escaped him and he'd currently be empty handed. That, and she could have been trampled. Could have been. But she wasn't. The herd had run back into his jaws and now he had something to bring home to his pack.

Slowly, he eased off of the pronghorn and took a few steps back. It seemed she'd helped him catch this one and he wasn't the kind of wolf to ignore a helping hand when he saw one. "Hungry?" he asked, tipping his head towards the kill. "Sounds like you helped me catch this one." He took a few steps back and seated himself on the ground to reassure her he'd not attack should she decide to take her portion of the prize.