Meadowlark Prairie outta the woodwork

She spoke again, just as quickly and with the same heavy accent as she had before. She referenced herself as a "wild animal," which made Dune pause. Weren't they all wild? That was what set wolf apart from man, was it not? They did not live in houses made of ice or wood as man did. They made their homes only when needed, for whelping purposes, and for the rest, they slept out in the open. At least, this was what Dune had been born and raised to believe. Perhaps this one did not consider herself quite so wild.

"Food" was a word Dune was quick to latch onto, though, and since she had broken her eye-contact, it relaxed him. His ears perked up, and he nodded. "Hunt?" he asked, offering more than anything.