Wapun Meadow An owl in the closet

The greyed woman seemed to relax quickly and Simatra did the same, bringing her rump to the ground as she began to speak. With ears pricked, and worry held at bay, the golden nymph would listen with dutiful interest as the other rambled on about her eating habits. She was not one to reject company and, in fact, found the speach rather amusing to listen to, though she refrained from showing the most of her humour, offering a genuine smile to accompany the wolf's laugh as she spoke her name.

"Israel, you beg?' she mused, ears flicking in thought before she dismissed the statement. Lone wolves learn to source their own food, but perhaps Israel was too weak to do so? She wasn't sure. "I'm Simatra," she introduced in an effort to change the subject from what probably would've been a very awkward conversation. "I'm not much of a fisher, I've never actually tried before..." With two inexperienced aquatic hunters, perhaps a hunt on the surrounding dry land would prove to be a better bet if they were to catch enough to feed them both. "There's a small herd of white tailed deer that graze near the treeline, maybe we could have a shot at one?" In other words: was she able enough to join forces and bring down a deer? There was a possibility.