Neverwinter Forest you're a child of the cosmos, a ruler of the skies

If Eske was at all worried about the girl turning down the offer a warm meal her worries were quickly dashed. Before the Wanlida can even finish getting the words out of her mouth the girl is rushing forward and sinks her teeth into the corpse’s flesh without any reservations. It is while the girl devours the meal that Eske’s sea blue-green eyes study her, taking advantage of the opportunity now that she is up close. It is one thing, the Drakru realizes, to call yourself feral but to actually be feral is a whole different thing. This girl strikes her as feral, or at the very least, starved. Eske has never known that kind of hunger but she’s been extremely fortunate as families go. Her littermates may have disappointed her beyond repair but her parents never left her hungry and Drageda has always been stable for her even when other things were not. She’s has solid support, always had a solid foundation.

Eske does not let her guard down, despite that the youth is likely half starved. It does not mean that she cannot put up a fight, nor that she would not attack after she finishes her meal. Wanlida remains standing, her gaze studious and cautious. Her own stomach grumbles but her needs are easily shifted to the side as she focuses her attention upon the girl. “My name is Eske,” The warrior princess introduces herself. “What is your name?” She asks in the hopes that the youth might converse with her so she can figure out ( or try to at least ) where she is from and what to do with her ...because Eske isn't about to just let her out here alone to die of starvation.