Lost Creek Hollow blackbird song is over now

His expression showed one of befuddlement, confusion of her actions. The native waited to see her superior eat, but he was quick to reassure her that she needed it more. Food meant strength, strength meant survival. She wanted to live, yes. But live with shame? 

Mordecai continued to tell her to eat, he even told her that the meat would help as if it was greenery. Shikoba wasn't really buying it, but her stomach gave a loud whale call of protest. She placed her paw close to her belly, almost trying to erase the noise it made. However, she gave in, but not before giving him another bow of the head in thanks.

She was able to bring the meat closer to herself, slowly picking up bits and pieces to consume. She couldn't eat quick, her jaw was sore. She swallowed them down though, surprised that her stomach was at least content with it. Main pieces were still left untouched, she felt as if Mordecai deserved them.

Share with Shikoba then, Shikoba can't eat lot she replied to him, her voice quiet raspy and dry. Sharing was caring at least, Shikoba felt the need to at least show more thanks than just her words.