Wapun Meadow An owl in the closet

If the golden beauty found amusement in Israel's awkward commentary,  she did a good job at hiding it, and probably to the benefit of their budding aquaintance with one another. Israel had a fragile ego; she hated to be the subject of another's amusement. The joking question didn't offend her, however,  and she gave a small smile and a curious tilt of her head, tail slapping the ground once.

Still, Israel worried that she had already embarrassed herself. She hadn't been a loner for long and was accustomed to the comforts of pack life, and that was the sole reason for her weight loss. Only in recent days had she begun to question her decision to strike out on her own, and on leaving behind the only life and family she had ever known.

She was grateful for the change of subject. Eager to rescue herself from any possibility of judgement, Israel stood just as quickly as she sat down. "I could definitely assist you in a hunt, Simatra " she said, a little more brightly than before. "With two of us, perhaps we will be lucky, yes?" she stood idly, waiting for the healthier woman to take the lead.