Bearclaw Valley it was all right with me

Sif did not quite have the nose for sickness or malnourishment just yet. She understood instictively that a hurt wolf would probably be a hungry one, and something in Indra's eyes had certainly spoken to her - but she could not tell how desperately the older girl needed the meal. Thus, the portion of rabbit was accepted with happy pounce and a wag of her tail. She was not hungry, but she'd never not eat when the option was presented to her.

When she was done, she offered a shy inquiry. "Aanything? Can do?" Maybe one day, she'd grow out of this helping people thing. For now, being liked by and useful to others was something of a novelty.