Wapun Meadow desperation

there was something sharp and accusatory about the red girl's tone that she did not like.  could she not tell reigi was trying to help?  could she not smell bearclaw on her?  she dropped part of the meat in her mouth on the ground in front of the woman and pushed it back towards her as she backed into the thick trunk.

the man finally catches her attention with his baying.  reigi drops the rest of the rabbit at his paws and then takes to dancing in circles around him, taking in his smell.  he smelled like the pack that neighbored them, the one that her white-cloaked friend had been interested in.  curiously, and if he would allow, she'd stick her nose in his fur and drink in his scent before bounding a few lengths away, tail swaying slow against her hocks.