Dawnlark Plains Longing to belong

Nara, she repeated in her mind so as not to forget it... Not that there were any promises with her. Seeing the woman's head lower submissively stroked her ego nicely, and she resisted the urge to grin. When Nara asked about her wound, her eyes flitted down to it for a moment as if it'd been forgotten (it hadn't). I'm fine; just a minor altercation, Theia explained confidently, meeting her gaze. It wasn't a total lie.

Perhaps she could make a follower out of this wolf. Are you hungry? She then asked, sounding like it was more for Nara than herself, but that would be a lie. A rabbit was something, but not nearly enough for a starved beast such as herself.