Sleeping Dragon i am made of shrapnel

Hush's approach catches her attention and she turns to face him, watching him drop his kill and offer it to her. Instead of taking it, for fear of it upsetting her stomach, Thuringwethil grunts and shakes her head. She even goes as far as to take a step back to allow him to pick it back up if he wishes. Her nose jerks upward once with a chuff of her own and stomp of her feet. Should be wish to temporarily disregard his kill and instead invite him for a little rough housing.