Tuktu Weir Be ladylike or be hungry? Hard choice.

Lilah had heard the snort from over near Grayson and her ears flattened. She stopped rubbing her muzzle and ducked her head mortified at her failure. She should have known better than to even try, she had never even been shown how to hunt and never needed to hone her own skills. At Grayson's call she turned, tail tucked between her hand legs and wagging with nervous gratitude, ears flattened back as she approached offering a timid smile. "I know I know... I'm a fool. I'm sorry..." she said in her usual feminine soft spoken voice. She turned her vivid purple eyes toward his face and licked her maw, eyes asking what she didn't want to voice.