Cedar Sweep i'll follow the sounds of wings

AS they must, he said. She'd been fortunate enough to avoid eating carrion thus far, but the threat of having to eat the rotten meat had her stomach roll. When he mentioned a pack, she glanced in the general direction he indicated and offered a contemplative hum, wondering if she'd try her luck. Blinking, turning back to the male, she answered easily now. "anatha. yours?" A little smile played at her muzzle at the moniker he offered her, it was nice, this simple, positive interaction. With practice, she'd get better at this.