Nova Peak let your colors bleed and blend with mine

Sasha returned Mordur's glance, her level of gratitude equal with his. She was thankful that he had helped her with the hunt. Although small, his effort had its significance. The meal slightly filled her still-rumbling belly--but the woman couldn't ask for much more. The area didn't seem to be the most bountiful of places. Sasha licked the remaining blood off her maw, tongue weaving through her mouth to rid the blood from her teeth. 

She could sense disappointment in his eyes. Mordur would have settled for a whole rabbit, and on a larger scale, he could have settled for doing what he wanted to. Sasha frowned, and decided to confront the behaviors she had watched Mordur express. She took a few steps towards the male, amber gaze locking with his.

"You want freedom, do not hide it. I can tell," Sasha said softly. "Frelsi," she switched to her native tongue for emphasis. "How badly do you want it?"