Shadewood a setting sun, or rolling waves at sea

That's totally cool! Maiira is so sweet.

It was difficult to focus on the words once they began again—she tried though, letting her eyes close drowsily and her ears tilt towards them. The stranger could have put her out of her misery but instead she offered her aid, and it made the dark wolf smile softly; the corners of her lips curled slightly and she imagined what it would feel like to have something warm inside her belly. Did she like rabbit? It would not matter so long as there was meat.

This one... This one is thankful, she says, trying to compose herself, and speaking with the same cadence as the stranger as a kindness; but then she drawled, I would help, but... I... she was too weak, too small. For all she knew, she was the worst hunter in the history of the world. That would certainly explain why she was starving and half-dead here in this forest. The woman shivered where she sat in the dark, her faint voice fading away as her energy level waned.