Whitefish River and the bargain must be made

she pushes through the reeds, pausing at the very edge of the bare, earthy swath and bending to inspect a trail that had escaped her notice previously. fresh, and headed towards the river. what goes in must come out, and she wonders if it'll be here. 

but Firefly has the crux of her attention, and her gaze returns to him after a short moment. his words has her eyebrow twitch, barely discernable, and she replies, "unfair not to be something I can eat." it's only after she says it aloud that she's aware of the pangs of hunger that accompany the words. its been a day since she's eaten last - too much watching the prey, and not enough actively hunting it. a little strange for her, she considers dully.