Tuktu Weir Be ladylike or be hungry? Hard choice.

Lilah turned her chin upward tail beginning to sway slowly behind her as Grayson reassured her she did no wrong. He was right of course, she should turn her attentions to herbs and other things. "You're right. Then again you almost always are" she said a slightly playful tone sneaking it's way into her voice."The Creek is lovely, It would make a great camp. Surrounded by pretty mountains too, makes it feel a bit safer" She answered his question and gratefully touched her nose to his shoulder and rabbed the prey, beginning to eat it until Cyclone showed up.

She paused in her meal which was only halfway done and flicked her ears at the female's tone. It would seem her presence wasn't liked much. Too bad. She plastered a smile on her blood covered maw "Hello Cyclone" she greeted tone infused with a warmth that held just the faintest, barely detectable tone of fakeness. That kind of voice only females used to speak to other females, the one that somehow men were too deaf to understand as anything other than genuine friendliness. She had it perfected, used it to make sure a female knew that when it involved the same gender she wouldn't simper and cower.