Dawnlark Plains Textbook narcissism? Agreed.

Half a kit was tossed her way, she tore from it a few mouthfuls, silver eyes on the other. "That it was." she replied, not relaxing as he was, but standing in a rather wary manner. The famine had set her on edge, and she would not let lack of caution be the death of her. She tore with gusto into her half, and likewise, finished most of it quickly. She looked at the male, layed out on the ground, and nodded. "Farewell, Stark. Don't die; you seem to be one of your word and it would be a shame for you to become a meal for others." Touching. 

With that, she grasped the remainder of her kit in her jaws and left without another word, headed south, to her home. (At least for the time being)