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He immediately had an answer to her question, and like the last time they had met, Laurel felt a little guilty looking down on him and mistrusting him so. He was searching for his uncle, apparently. He didn't ask her if she'd seen him though, which seemed odd, and neither did he ask her what she was doing here, so far away from where they'd last met. Laurel kept her tail down, wanting to keep him from discovering her scent that had grown stronger -- even though she knew it was inevitable -- as that only seemed to turn all men into horrible beasts.

As he offered the food, she stared at it, not really sure if she should. If this was all an elaborate plan, then maybe the food wasn't good. Not that Laurel's many suspicions of all men she'd met in her adult lives had ever been true. Well. Mostly. Xan did turn out to be a dick and not love her after he'd fathered her children. Anyway... In the end, her hunger and survival instinct won over her, well, suspicions of men and survival instincts.

If you don't mind... she said hesitantly and studied his face to see if he was being genuine. She found him hard to read. Laurel took a hesitant step forward, not wanting to get too close to him because of her heat but hoping he'd step backwards at her acceptance of the food. We've been traveling for a long time.