Lost Creek Hollow You're a threat

Her slow self-imposed seclusion had made it so she'd run into Rannoch much at all recently.  Then again, even back on Sunspire there were the odd stretches of time where just schedules wouldn't align and they'd just be scents in passing.  She was never exactly the most social creature, and there hadn't been any large dramatic events or anything that required her calling on anyone besides Terance -- aside from the odd time she managed to corner @Joss to judge his hunting abilities (okay, it was more like she headed to the cache frequently enough that they had to cross paths sometimes).

Not to mention the fact she currently saw herself as resembling a bloated corpse instead of her properly threatening self, so it just didn't make things seem great.  Blah.  She was tired of it, and in a permanent low-grade state of misery, most of it from just Treason being Treason rather than anything especially awful.  She started to turn away and head to a different cache when Rannoch called to her.  She stopped and turned, eyes quickly locking onto what he was carrying, nostrils flaring as she tried to figure out from here if that would do to satiate her unending appetite.  Anyway.  She dipped her head and approached, Were you planning on storing that?  She would totally relieve him of that effort if that had been the case.  It maybe made her seem a little bit too predatory but eh.  She wanted food, deal with it.