Phoenix Maplewood There'll be things you never asked her

She remembers again the badger she'd caught for Shivali, the hollow hunger that had gnawed her bones as she'd watch the mother drag it away. And later that arrogant male - she hadn't understood a word he said in that harsh English tongue but she had understood the scorn that laced his words. He'd thought little of the foreign girl and her foreign words, until her fangs had revealed their meaning.

For a moment, the wounds littering her from the encounter feel like badges of honor. 

"Oh," she responded. She didn't think Shivali had noticed. The tundrian had no other words, startled as she was to be receiving gratitude at all. 

His stare went unnoticed - mostly due to her habit of keeping her eyes on the ground in the presence of others - but when his head turned sharply her moonlight eyes were drawn to Tomkin. The berserker watched him silently, a curious expression on her, for once, open face. She seemed to have no qualms about staring as he did, perhaps from a lack of social development. 

By the time he had yawned and turned to the trees, she had glanced away. Her gaze found his when the question came, and a small smile graced her features. 

"Yes," she merely stated, the soft word warm with excitement. Her tail swayed gently as she stood, an involuntary banner of her eagerness, ready to follow after him.