Hushed Willows know the differences between the walkers and the sleepers

A noise sounds off within the heart of the crook, and she lifts her head with surprise; it isn't Arkham's gruff voice, and it isn't feminine, which left few others. Unable to get without disturbing the hungry boy at her side, she imply let out a small chuff towards the corridor that connects her make-shift den to the gathering place.

The scent of fresh fish wafts her way, and while it is quite strong, it is a boon to the new mother. A reprieve of all the other aromas associated with the dark pit she has sequestered herself within. Her belly rumbles next to Tambourine's head and she, eager to see who it is but mostly interested in whatever the gift might be, strains to see the figure through the dark. Since Tambourine was occupied with feeding, she felt she could at least be a little louder.

You can come closer. He's awake. Her instincts told her not to let this stranger near, but he brought something valuable, and food was more important than her own pride at this point; Octavia's fur bristled unwillingly across her flank although he might not see it, and she tried to quell the unease in her heart.