Hideaway Strath Blackbird singing in the dead of night

He insisted that she eat, and now that she was thinking about it, she guessed she was kind of hungry. She looked between him and the cache a few times before selecting a hare off the top. Something small that she was more likely to be able to replace. She took a bite and chewed, feeling a little awkward eating right now, but he had asked her to. 

She settled on the ground with the meal between her front legs, pausing after she had taken a few bites to look up at him. I have to admit...I'm not the best at hunting, she stated, ears falling a little and cheeks heating from embarrassment. Where I grew up, women weren't allowed to hunt. It's only been recently that I started learning, and I'm not very good at it yet. She hated it but decided she should inform him now before he saw for himself. It was definitely not a skill that came as easy to her as understanding plants, and she hated that her old pack had kept her from doing something so vital to pack life.