Red barked a reply to Meldresi’s thank you, and then promptly turned and trotted back to the lake. It was time to catch herself something to eat. She had to go around to the other shore because her antics earlier had scared the fish away, but she didn’t mind. Soon enough she was prancing happily back to the she-wolf with another trout hanging in her jaws, water and blood dripping down her chin. She sank to the ground in front of her acquaintance and began ripping the fish into pieces.
Wolves generally didn’t talk as they ate, as they were usually competing with each other for food, and once they got it, they ran away with it and consumed it as quickly as possible. Now, obviously this was not the situation, but that didn’t mean that Red wanted to talk. She was used to either growls and the snap of jaws accompanying a meal, or silence once everyone had a bit of food and was busy scarfing it down. So it didn’t occur to her to talk to Meldresi at all. She was content to simply eat, blocking out most of the world around her. Whether the other female minded or not would soon be found out regardless.