There was little left of the fish she had caught, but Michonne had learned early in her life to never waste food. She gnawed at the fragile bones, savoring the sweet marrow trapped inside. Michonne allowed her mind to drift, the sweet flavor taking her back to happier times surrounded by a loving family. It wasn’t very often that she found herself thinking about her family, but no matter how often she did it never hurt any less.
A stranger’s voice ripped Michonne back to reality; she kicked herself for allowing fond memories to distract her to her surroundings. The newcomer was a wolf with a red tinted pelt, he named himself as Tekovaca. Stepping away from Tekovaca Michonne bared her teeth and allowed a warning growl to pass her lips. She wasn’t sure what the new comer wanted, but if he meant any harm to her he would be very disappointed.
” My name is Michonne, Why do you approach me on such sneaky feet Tekovaca? If you wish to share in my kill I’m afraid there is not enough for the two of us.” Michonne appraised the red tinted wolf, his posture didn’t appear aggressive, but if he did make a move he would find a more than capable opponent. ” I don’t want any trouble, but I feel I should warn you I’m more than capable of defending myself.”