Hushed Willows The eyes of a true wolf

Kunik shrugged her slender shoulders, tearing out a chunk of the fawns flank before settling down near her friend to eat. She ate rather quickly for she didn't eat much with her smaller frame. Meticulously she cleaned the blood from her fur before turning to Flora as the sleek woman spoke.

"It's not mine either,"she chuckled lightly. Her good ear turned to Flora in an attempt to catch her words better. "What's your story, lass?" Kunik quirked a brow, curious about her friend. It was a term of endearment not a comment on her age for they were close to the same age.

I imagine her as being Scottish :P