Totoka River breath of harsh air

Her aging joints ached, sinew stiff as she lunged towards the ruddy man with wide eyes and a loud bray. However, the stranger was not to be budged. He coiled around his prize like Smaug, a loud and grizzly snarl reverberated from his throat. The flash of enamel and wrinkled expression meant he would not be chased off today and so Tuwawi veered in one direction, slowing her pace to a trot and circling back with a good few yards between them. Her tail flicked, a bit agitated, but there was no lingering sense of explicit disdain towards the man. The instinct to push boundaries and scavenge was a feral one - but it seemed these desires would be unfulfilled today.

She licked her chops hungrily and idly sniffed the snow while she listened to the lash few crunch crunches of rabbit disappear. If she lingered by him long enough, perhaps she could coerce him to hunt... or gain some information from his travels. Did he know about Caiaphas' hideout? Patiently, Tuwawi lurked nearby in anticipation of conversation.