Qeya River but i am petrified

Sangilak tilted her head at the others direct query toward her. She blinked, but did not scoff at the others question. Naga, came her guttural response, and her ears pricked forward. Sangilak was a wolf, and a lone wolf, at that. Her survival was largely in thanks to scavenging and thieving when she knew she could best the other, but Sangilak never did so unnecessarily, as she knew being gluttonous and greedy was the end of many. The strong survived, the weak died. If Kasiya was weak, no amount of fish eaten this day would save him on the morrow when another force came against him. If food was no the problem, another frequently followed.

But her interest had been lost. Sangilak could promise Lucani nothing of herself; she was a wild animal who looked after herself and Tatkret. She felt, even though the tawny man was capable, he was her responsibility; she knew why this was, but ignored the quiet call. She rose to all fours and then turned to move away from the duo, letting them have their lessons and their fish.