Bearclaw Valley oh brother, our blood was so thick

hiya thanks for joining!

the contorted limb was enough to slake her hunger, at least temporarily. she chewed the gristle from it with low and content growls, though the rumblings ceased as poet pulled into her line of sight. indra paused for a moment, assessing the nature of the woman's approach -- yet it seemed she was respectful of indra's space and indra quickly resumed her meal.

she appreciated that gesture -- too often she felt defensive of her food, and it did her good to consume a meal without worry.

once finished she set a paw upon the bare bones and looked to poet carefully, a tongue drawn across her lips. "feel at home yet?" she asked wryly.