Big Salmon Lake fallen so far, like a shooting star

NOW U GOT ME CURIOUS

She eats even while she watches him. Tonravik is impressed that he has learned so swiftly, and furthermore that he was able to act upon it. As a cub, she had made many errors. The reprimands given had been more than enough inspiration to not make those errors again, lest risk humiliation and bruises alike. She preferred neither, and so the perfectionist perfected her crafts.

As he approaches, she lifts her head and gives him a stony look. No. She did not appreciate the other coming nearer, not without her true consent. He regards her and Tonravik does not remove her eyes from him. She did not care to know what he thought; she only cared that he remained obedient to her whim that he keep his distance.

But then the stranger speaks. She does not note the inkling he has to her identity, but her ears swivel atop her head as she licks her chops in displeasure. And so Tonravik blinks, waiting for him to draw the conclusion he would. He had begun a sentence before he finished with a question. Could he know? She reflects, idly, and then observes again, waiting for him to say what he truly must be thinking, hoping that he might.