Golden Glade A Reminder

Tuwawi's eyes narrowed as she ruminated on the offer, looking at the vacant expression of his kill. There was always a catch. Sharing a meal -- the proverbial breaking of bread -- between two wolves often alluded to some sort of indebtedness and she wondered if this vagabond would call upon a favor in the future. Was it such a bad thing, though? To form these bonds? Tuwawi shifted and rose to her feet (albeit a bit slowly --  she wasn't as spry as she used to be). "Alright," she concluded, putting a paw upon the dead beast before tearing a large chunk from its haunch, though her eyes watched his chocolate paws for any sign of sudden movement.