Lost Creek Hollow The prowler needs a jump

mona frowned lightly, stepping back as the smoky voice of the starving wolf sounded. he was acting quite like an animal, though she supposed he could not be faulted for it. "i am not sure who you mean by you people," mona rejoined, a bit more imperiously than she had meant, "but if you are hungry, then let me feed you." her gaze searched for his, whatever indignation she might feel softening somewhat.
"come with me," she invited, casting an amused glance toward nunataq. it was clear now what the girl was doing, though mona could not be angry with her. she was young, and it was the way of young ones, she decided. her attention returned to the ragged creature crouched before her; she looked imploringly at him, wondering if he would rise to take her offer, or remain as he was, chewing upon bone shards.